In the end, he is the one that creates distance again, a small and utterly proper smile on his lips.

"I haven't decided yet," he confesses, taking up their ambling pace again, as if there was nothing at all unusual about this late night encounter. "The mountains here are lovely though. And the moonlight on the snow does remind me of home."

He is quiet for a moment, before he continues, his tone a bit wistful.

"I suppose you've made friends here. You seem to me to be the lantern around which all the fireflies gather."