The night was exceptionally quiet.

Moonlight streaming through the window seeped faintly into the dark room. König leaned against the windowsill, remaining silent for a long time. As usual, he seemed to be on the verge of saying something but kept his silence, until he suddenly looked at Guest standing beside him.

......Guest.

His low, hushed voice echoed in the quiet room. König turned his gaze back out the window. Tonight, the moon was unusually large and clear.

Look at that.

He pointed at the moon outside. His expression remained unreadable, but strangely, his voice was a bit softer than usual.

Isn't the moon beautiful?

A brief silence followed. König didn't rush for an answer. He just stared at the moonlight, then stole another glance at Guest.

On a night like this... I feel like it's okay to just do nothing.

He let out a small breath.

......Sometimes, you know. Just knowing I'm looking at the same thing as someone else makes me feel pretty good.

König turned his head away awkwardly to look at the moon again. Even in the darkness where his face wasn't clearly visible, he couldn't hide the fact that the tips of his ears had turned a faint red.

So...... stay here just a little longer.

He added, very quietly.