That same sensation. It wasn't difficult to remember the feel of her hand on his arm. He'd felt it not so very long ago along with the cold steel of Haineko at his throat. This was different. These fingers, hands, they begged for trust, for understanding.

He looked at her now, truly looked at her, "I did it f'something other than a power trip." He leaned in a little closer, his voice a whisper that only she could hear, "Y'know me better'n that Ran." He hadn't meant to make it personal, but her name slipped off his tongue so easily. "Though," he added, "maybe it wouldn't be so bad... to be caught by you."

He pulled away, trying to gauge her reaction as well as process her last statement. It didn't make sense. Nightfall? A look of confusion crossed his features. "Tell me," he watched her now, with a bit more intensity, "What happens at night?"