Hmm? It better be. I don't know if I can handle a life of having to sleep by ten every Thursday for the rest of time.

[ . . . however long that is - senri hasn't paused to consider that maybe he doesn't really know what the limitations of their time together are, or if there are anyway. but he'll wander into the parlor, sleeves rolled up to his elbows from when he'd politely washed the tray that tamaki's cake originally sat on. senri wonders if maybe he should make another one the next day - some kind of congratulatory cake for piety, and maybe he'll see if he could get bambi to help him do it?

it's nice, he thinks. despite the fact that the temple is without a doubt emptier, he doesn't manage to feel lonely at all. he just imagines it'll take time and only time before he manages to see everyone else again. for now, there's still tamaki -

and he supposes that's really all that he needs. he'll move forward and he supposes it's fine if tamaki's arms are crossed, senri will just let his hands slide up his arms to rest loosely around his neck, invading his personal space as shamelessly as ever]

... you all get to rest a little before you start building the new world, right? Please say yes.