I think of Momiji, practising, on his own, putting in hours and hours to get it right for Tohru, so she can be happy, so she can feel safe, because she cried for him-

And I think of Clare, Clare, after Henry died, spending hour after endless hour in bed, wishing for him, crying and calling out for him-

And Kyo, sitting next to Tohru, on the roof, and, and, and, I want to cry, and I'm crying and I didn't mean to and I don't know why.