"Do you think we'll lose them at any moment?" he worried, drifting just a bit closer to the ground. "I don't want to risk it."

The pancake-flattening fall didn't sound very enjoyable. He turned on his side, eyes finding Kaya's once more. "Messy hair is in style?" Billy was left asking, soon freed and gliding at the easy pace they set. It was relaxing like this, so warm, so open.

"...actually, Kaya, about that. If you promise not to tell anyone else, I'll tell you something."