Of course. I'm glad that I could tell you. And I'm glad you felt comfortable telling me your mother's name back then as well...

[Maybe Atem had told other people. It's okay, it's not as if he couldn't. But Ryou feels that between them, sharing something about long-forgotten parents that were good and kind is special. A cherished pair of memories.

A hand traces up along the gap between Atem's wings where they join at his back, his pads only softly pressing against Atem's body, mapping the space out softly.]

...I love you.

[There's something so reverent in his words as he stands on one knee, feeling Atem's tail wrapping around his own, the wings and arms encircling him and making him feel wanted.

His gratitude towards Atem can't be measured. He's always so interested in Ryou, and Ryou shouldn't be surprised anymore, but he can't help it.

Remembering Atem's mother is the best he can do. Kiya...he will remember. Names are important, after all. Good family even moreso.]

All this from a snow globe...It's a good thing after all, then.