[Sorey's already smiling before Mikleo even speaks. It's sweet to see him a little slackjawed now and then; Mikleo always clings so tightly to his composure that seeing him lose it is novel, and Sorey gets that opportunity more often than most.

Still, he holds Mikleo's fingers with a tenderness reserved only for him, his thumb brushing over Mikleo's knuckles.]

I know. I knew it when I saw you at the gates that night we left Elysia.

[He'd always suspected, he'd always known in his head that Mikleo would always be at his side but it wasn't until Mikleo stood there, willing to venture out past Gramps's domain where the malevolence of the world would be much more dangerous for him than Sorey, that he'd known it with his heart.

Even when he shoved him away in Ladylake, Sorey knew he'd be back. Maybe that's why he hadn't panicked; because he knew Mikleo would find his way back to his side whether he liked it or not. ...and it's something he should've acknowledged when Mikleo followed him down to the surface of that planet, even when the source of malevolence was Sorey himself.

Sorey picks up Mikleo's hand and kisses his fingers, briefly.] Nothing's changed, right? Except for the kissing.