[ His eyes curve into dancing arches and he laughs lightly. He’s… not surprised to hear his heart beats so loud around Mika. ]

It’s probably calling for you all the time - it’s why it’s loud. [ His stupid hapless heart, ] It would rather be yours than mine.

[ They can certainly share it, but Ginger would never want to discard Mika’s. He’d take good care of it, he promises himself; he will always - he hopes - take good care of it. That had, after all, been his concern from the very start.

‘But Mika… Who keeps you safe?’

If he could just give Mika his heart and take Mika’s inside him, if that were possible… he’d be happier, too. ]

They would probably think you were saying sweetheart or something. Which is about the same as boyfriend? [ He shrugs, still a little embarrassed, but happy in love. ] Um - I just think of you as Mika - and mine. Though I guess… I do call you a lot of sappy things…

[ It’s different when they’re together? When it’s a private moment between the two of them. ]

I mean them all, but… [ Well. What’s there to hide now? ] Mika, my sweet heart, my love… do you want to be boyfriends?