Ryusei reached to take that hand. "It's just me," he said. "And even if it's different, it's...still you."

Was that cheesy or what? Ryusei was long past the age where he should say such a thing. He meant it, though. Actually, maybe he shouldn't have commented on the ribbon (lack thereof) to begin with, but the alternative was to comment on the dress, and he knew enough about his friends that he could guess that the choice was influenced by Miu. Come to think of it, maybe the choice not to wear a hair piece was influenced by Miu, too.

In that case, he should probably start checking corners and bushes for any eavesdroppers. Heh. Smiling, he pulled her gently by the hand he still held. "Shall we go?"

It was dangerous to hold her hand; he'd have to let go soon, just in case. Not right now, though.