[ Even with Sinclair's gloves, Oria holds his hands tight. ]

It's real. We're real, right here in this eatery known for their burgers and pancakes, holding hands. I'm real and you're real. So are our emotions.

[ He speaks in a volume that's quieter than usual—soft and his attempts to comfort the person he likes, but most importantly, his best friend. ]

I think we're all a little broken, really. It's okay if you're not perfect. I'm not either. Neither was Aria. Humans... can break too. But you're still here, with me.

[ He laces their fingers together, gloves or not. ]

And I think that counts for something.