[Ah... It figures that being so vague isn't enough. Briefly putting himself in Keigo's shoes, wouldn't it be too painful to cling to hope and make assumptions? He's going to have to spell it out, but looking up, the sadness in Keigo's eyes is poignant enough to nearly render Sougo speechless.]

No, but... [This is too important to let his voice falter.] I couldn't forget it, so I made a wish during the festival.

[Hard-pressed to let go of Keigo's hands, Sougo lifts an arm just enough to turn his head and wipe his tears on his sleeve. It probably doesn't make him look much better, but it's easier to see Keigo this way, and Sougo looks back to him with a firmer resolve.]

I don't know why or how any of this happened. Why I forgot even though you remembered, or why it didn't come back to me when I first saw you again. I can't stand seeing you make that expression because of me. But I...

The station, our cards, the way we met, every time we were together... how much you mean to me. [It's cowardly, he knows, but Sougo can't help himself from leaning in to wrap his arms around Keigo the way he's wanted to from the beginning.] I remember it all, so please don't make that face anymore.