If Kaito used one word for how long it felt since being with Len, he would use evermore. It felt like such since the flame in his life warmed him, until the moth flew off.

He was in town like any day, perusing in his usual mindless state. Things had been numb in recent times: he felt nothing, ignorant to it all. Until he does: the warm embrace of fingers clutching his hand.

"..Follow me." The blonde that held his hand whispers with hesitance. The beauty of the shade never failed to capture his heart, the golden hues shining captivatingly in the sun. He nods in agreement, following the lead of the hand that pulled him.