[At that, Atem finally, truly relaxes. The difference can be felt; the tension he's been holding in his chest, his arms, his shoulders, softens and melts away. Even his ear-wings relax, held more naturally alongside his head, and the pupils of all his eyes ease up from their tightened, stressed state.

He knows. He knows that if he doesn't listen to that advice, he's a hypocrite. Atem believes he'll always have enough strength for everybody and himself, but when his attempts to carry everyone start to cause trouble...

...he can't deny, anymore, that it's not a good idea.

But he likes planning for next month. He likes hearing...that he's not expected to be perfect. He likes that happy little groan from Ryou. And...maybe, by next month, he'll be thinking clearly again, and will be able to do something good.

Atem keeps petting Ryou's hair, getting his fingers into it, stroking it. It's relaxing for him, too...is Ryou's hair even thicker like this, or is that just his imagination?]

I like that idea. There's an amusement park, with a haunted house...I wanted to take you sooner, but this monster type isn't very good for it. Either I'd reveal all the tricks, or lose my form...not a very good way to end a date!