[ It's hope that he feels. Gently lifted by the patient cup of his hands. What a nice sensation, he thinks — even if he wouldn't begrudge Scott for his feelings of frustration. The House manipulates them all for a gain that Kizuna still can't sense or see, but he's never been content to simply let his fate fall into the hands of others. Even imprisoned, there are choices he's making here that are his own.

Like the inability to keep himself from leaning down slightly, lashes fluttering as he places a chaste kiss to the younger man's hair. ]

Good. It'll be important to hang onto that. And if you forget, I'll remind you.

[ He rights himself again. ]

Just like if I forget, you can remind me.