Reigen was pink up to the tips of his ears from the sheer sentiment of it all. It was like his layers of cynicism had all been peeled away.

“That’s…I’m worried it’s wasted on me now.” Reigen ran a hand through his hair, which was still damp from the baths. He may have slipped and fell in at some point, but she didn’t need to know that. “All that work for someone you met last week.”