[He'll watch and wait for it. Elysium, audience of one, standing and clapping in the wings of the empty theater. Is that enough? Should he consider that enough? In a way, he does. Because what does the rest of the world mean to him? His heart resides in snowy Belobog for now, and it wants to stay awhile under this little roost he's made for a sad little bird. Does anything else matter?]

[Unfortunately, he knows it does. Even as Elysium tries to reassure him, his heart feels, still, like its dangling heavy, unsure which way to swing. It's comfortable here. He doesn't like to just put it out and get no return except further reminders of his own guilt. True happiness doesn't involve making people feel down, but...]

[He scrunches up his face a little at the kiss, but he's exhaling a laugh, rubbing his nose against the man's face with a bright smile.]

"Our fault"? Gee, that doesn't sound right. But I get it, I get it! I just...have to jump in the deep end with my eyes closed! [And now, a sigh as punctuation.] Really, though, I appreciate it. I do.

[Everything you do for me.]