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Funny, Yuya thought, here was a man she barely knew, at least not enough without the tales that made him a legend or bedtime nightmare. Yet she'd entrusted him with her most guarded insecurity, taking solace in his silence.

Minutes passed. Yuya started to slumber.

"People's assumptions rarely make facts," he finally said.

"...still hard though."

Suddenly it bothered him. Kyo wanted to know.

Right now, somehow, her opinion mattered.

"Dogface…"

Yuya's drooped eyelids fluttered. "Mm?"

"...what would you call me?"

Yuya mumbled as she curled up to sleep, "Why would I have to call you anything? Isn't 'Kyo' enough?"