[By now he's managed to lead them back to the bench he was originally sitting on, a bit away from the tree, but close enough that the glow of the crystals scatters light across the ground at their feet. When Kyosuke takes Juzo's hand, the rest of the world stops. He's still talking, but for Juzo, for a moment, there's nothing but silence and stillness only broken by the pounding of his heart in his chest. After a beat, he squeezes Kyousuke's hand back, feeling like he might faint; his own hands are warm, as they always are, and he wonders what would happen if he took Kyosuke's hands between his to warm them—

But the world hasn't actually stopped. Kyosuke is still talking, and when Juzo tunes back in and catches up . . .

Something's not right.]

—Uh. Uh, no, you . . . K, Kyosuke, you—

[This is a terrible misunderstanding. Juzo's not sure how he could have misunderstood that memory, but clearly he has, somehow!]

I-I, you—don't get what I'm saying! I love you. I love you. No, what I mean is, I'm in love with you! I'm not saying that the same way you mean it. I'm not talking about friendship, I—I want you!

[Because that can't possibly be what Kyosuke means. He's talking about the love between two good platonic friends. Of course he is.]