He gently smiles. “Is that what it looked like?” Placing a hand onto Hono’s little head, he brought him near.
⌈ ほのお ⌋—- Hono blinks in concern and he tiptoes to give him a hug, his short arms unable to circle around his waist. “A-are you lonely?” Was the first thing he asked, because Hono also cries when he feels alone and misses his parents terribly.
