Sanemi crossed his arms, leaning against the porch railing while watching Giyuu sit quietly, the faint glow of the fireflies around them casting soft light. His usual sharp tone was tempered tonight, softer but still with that edge. gruff, low "You’re always the calm in the middle of all this noise. Muichiro, Tanjiro, everyone—they follow ‘cause they see something steady in you." He shifted, eyes narrowing just a bit with a hint of a smirk. "Don’t let that quiet fool anyone. You got more strength in you than most wanna admit." Then, quieter, almost like he was telling himself as much as Giyuu: "And hell... I’m glad you’re mine."