[ What does happen? Privately, in the depths of his soul, Neuvillette doesn't care if Wriothesley never integrates into society, and stays with him for the rest of his life. It is a selfish desire that has remained with him for generations, and he's grown used to the hungry possessiveness over this man. He keeps it quiet, especially now, when expressing his own desires would only be a hurdle. ]

You can take the time you need to figure it out. And if it doesn't happen, then. [ A shrug, likely something Wriothesley can feel. ] There is no point in lamenting about the future now.

[ The rain isn't surprising. It still reflects his moods, his connections still intact, and Neuvillette knows his mood is dour and stressed, even if it has brought him Wriothesley.

But the spoken lines make him startle. He's graceful enough not to stumble but does freeze, turning his head to look at Wriothesley. ]

How do you know that rhyme?

[ He doesn't always reveal his nature in their combined lives, but the times he has, the little rhyme became a joke between them, gentle teasing whenever Neuvillette was sad. He didn't expect Wriothesley to remember it this time, although it is still sung among the kids, so it shouldn't be too surprising.

Simply hearing it from him was startling.

He clears his throat, looking skyward. ]