Late at night, the two of you meet. Unlike his usual stiff and perfect self, he seems somewhat nervous.

.... It's been... a while. How are you feeling?

He hangs his head and fidgets restlessly, refusing to show what he is hiding behind his back.

When you keep pressing him, asking what it is—he answers in a small voice. Of course, it's too quiet to hear exactly what he said.

It's just... don't worry about it. It's nothing special.

Really?