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[reenforces]

[Mikleo almost chuckles at the appearance of the handkerchief. What a gentleman. He takes it, but as he wipes his eyes dry he realizes just how much it smells like Sorey. Distracting, definitely.]

Sorey...

[He's not wrong. It's hard to tell where they left off when neither of them fully remember. Even with all that Mikleo's gained, he feels there's so much more he's lost in the shuffle of souls from one world to another.

Sorey's eyes look so sad, vivid green and soft, that Mikleo turns the kerchief to another side and dabs at their corners.]

I'm not just Mikleo from Elysia, either. [He tucks the handkerchief back into Sorey's pocket.] I was born Nagawa Miyuki from Sapporo.

[And then, with a little twinkle of mischief in his eyes:]

Mikki, if you're close.

[He did say he might confess his childhood nickname one day.]

[notevensorey]

[Sorey's surprised by the gesture, but he allows it and he absolutely blushes a little when Mikleo returns his handkerchief so... personally. Still, he can't help grinning a little.]

Mikki. That's such a cute name for you. Though, I think Miyuki suits you best.

[How can it not when Mikleo's as beautiful and dangerous as snow?]

My family's the only ones who call me Slade anymore, but I think I can make an exception for you, Mikki.

[reenforces]

I had an Utada Hikaru phase, which didn't help. [Hikki... Mikki... one can see how that happened. His tears forgotten momentarily, he is still soaking in that sunny warmth he's been missing, but remembers.]

I think I like Sorey the most. That's what you chose, isn't it?

[He smiles slightly, as if reflecting the light Sorey sheds with his own.]

If you ever decide you're tired of it, I can share my true name with you. One half for each of us.

[notevensorey]

I just call that good taste, personally.

[Sorey at least understands the importance of a seraph sharing their true name. He's surprised that Mikleo is so willing to share his with the brunet. He's unsure what he's done to earn that level of trust.]

I'll let you know when that day comes. First, I want to feel like I've earned it, or remember it on my own if you've told me.

[He smiles.]

It's only fair, right?

[reenforces]

I'll take that. [Similar tastes in music, huh... can't be too surprised.

Mikleo can't unshare his name, not that he'd want to. Sorey will remember it at some point. This is his Sorey, and he is Sorey's Mikleo, and much like gravity these are firm laws of the universe.]

Of course you've earned it—it's always been yours, if you wanted it. [Don't you dare start getting down on yourself, Sorey. He will aggressively love you until you love yourself.] But I'll give you a chance to remember on your own. I remember... in that other world, you always liked having a chance to figure out the problem before I gave you a hint. And you weren't bad at it, as I recall.

[He reaches up and boops Sorey's nose with his fingertip harmlessly.]

... One day, you'll be ready. I'll be waiting for that day no matter how long it takes. You're worth the wait, always.

[notevensorey]

[Sorey laughs at that.]

Yeah, that part definitely hasn't changed. I still like trying to figure it out on my own first before asking for help.

[His expression is like a shocked puppy at his nose being booped. Then, slowly, there's a warm, gentle smile.]

I hope I don't keep you waiting too long, then. Thanks, Mikki.

[reenforces]

[Oh no. Oh no. Mikleo has made a mistake, because Sorey can see how much he's blushing, now. Is it the nickname or the smile? Could be both. He looks away and clears his throat.]

Don't worry about it. I can be very patient when I need to be.

[He's waited this long. What's a few days or weeks or months more?]

We should get started on that meal before you die of hunger in my apartment. [He reluctantly steps away, but they'll probably be shoulder to shoulder in the kitchen anyway; it's not a big deal. He grabs a pot and a big skillet from a cupboard, fills the former with water, and sets them on the stove.]

[notevensorey]

[He'll get there in time. Though, seeing how embarrassed Mikleo's gotten, he's wondering if maybe he's overstepped with his nickname being used like that. Yet, the seraph changes the subject before Sorey can ask.]

Um, sure!

[The brunet helps to make a delicious shepherd's pie and, honestly, it's a really nice night to hang out with his newfound best friend.]