The camera lowered. Mirai's hands unfolded their shape and crossed his chest to keep the sense of secrecy. A sort of smug smile spread across his face. He was as delighted with Miyume as she was. He lifted his head into the air, where she would see that his scheming nature had returned for only the tiniest of moments.

In turn, he could almost see her sympathy. Now he felt his heart fill, with the heat he was feeling. But he reined in his drive and pushed it down where it could rest.

"No," he said. "There's just one thing." A small circle around, with one hand lifting the hair he could see hanging around her. "Only if you wear this." Then he pulled out a woolly scarf - black and blue - and his eyes watched with the expectation she take it. "It's mine. I don't want you to freeze to death," he said.