Kyo watches you countenance with a smile, lacing his fingers with yours. You slowly cranes your neck to stare at their interlaced hands, blushing at the action. Even though they have held hands many times, your heart flutters every time he does anything remotely romantic. "I came prepared with a farewell gift. It's not a lot, but I want to make do on those words I spoke to you when we visited your mother's grave." Kyo said softly, waiting for you to look at him.