【Breathe.】
Like soothing him, the Star whispered with a trace of a smile.
Jioh exhaled slowly.
Even the feel of that man’s hair touching his cheek—thanks to how they were flipped—was vividly, almost unrealistically real.
Then a long silence settled.
They simply stared into each other’s eyes, every breath drawing all their attention.
【Say something—anything. I may not look it, but I’m very nervous.】
“…to—”
【Hm?】
“I can touch you.”
Blank-faced, Jioh murmured and reached out his arm.
From the bridge of his nose that his fingers met straight away, to the firm jaw, to the corners of the eyes where his touch made him hastily relax—
He traced him slowly, like a person meeting something long lost.
It didn’t matter in the least that this was a form he’d never seen before.
He could tell the instant he saw him.
The soul that had been deeply entangled with his through Seongheun（星浪）—no, something even more fundamental—was crying out.
That one is your “Star.”
【W… wait. If you keep touching me this boldly, we’re going to have a problem…】
He couldn’t continue the teasing.
The Constellation looked at Jioh with eyes gone quiet and deep.
His little avatar was crying.
On that doll-like, expressionless face, soundless tears flowed.
He watched it for a long time, then raised…