It has been well over three hours since Trickstar have finished performing a live, and there you still sit in the backstage, alone, with Mao clinging to your side, hugging you as tight and close as can be with his eyes closed and smiling softly.

You've asked Mao in a way that he can understand if he could possibly let go of you, but every time you asked him, he clung closer and tighter to you, and always got the same answer back "just a few for minutes." He'd always respond.