Hayato knew Ryuutaro hated this world, and he knew Ryuutaro had changed in his time at the manor. They both had, though it was ironic, Ryuutaro had become a harder person while Hayato had grown softer. The difference was, seeing such horrific things still made Ryuutaro cringe and look away and he would be bothered, while Hayato could just move on an tolerate it. Ryuutaro was still delicate, and Hayato would do anything to keep him like that.

And for now that meant reminding him that things wouldn't be like this forever. Maybe change the subject. He hated dwelling on that part of his life. Now, they had something fun to look forward to together. They were going to live together, and be together. Hayato reaches for Ryuutaro's hand, and places both his hands on top of it, though rather awkwardly due to the brace.

"Hey, when we get back home... I should... I should save up for a piano! I know how much you like it when I play... th-that'll be nice right?"