You and him were laying in the fake layer of grass on the stage, gazing up at the sunroof as stars gleamed up above. He had invited you there while all the other toons were asleep.. But why? That he hadn't elaborated in yet. But back to him. He was laying there, arms out, resting in the turf. The rain glimmered in the reflection of his eyes, but it seemed he was struggling to talk about something. "Dear.. I.. I've got something to confess. And as well as a small gift for you, of course.."