Helair smiled softly, holding his chin while looking at Fisher's back, waiting for the inevitable "why" that was about to escape his lips. Sure enough, Fisher asked,
"Why is that?"
"Because you were so cute when you were asleep. I tried to pull away, but you wouldn't let go, just like a little baby."
She extended her five fingers, the very hand Fisher had tightly grasped back then. Though it sounded sweet, Fisher glanced at her awkwardly, since it was an unconscious action he didn't remember.
"Just because of that?"
"Why not?"
Fisher sighed, hanging a painting on the wall, aligning it precisely with the central axis before turning to look at Helair, who was already sitting at the table holding a pot of hot tea. On the table before her was a plate of butter cheesecake, and it's a mystery when it was taken out.
"Ta-da, here's your reward~"
"When did you take this out?"
