Wow, being put next to music, which probably is Ziggy's life? Hiroki's heart's beating faster now, and he blushes.

"I've -- I've never been that praised," he utters. "I mean - made out to be -- that important. I don't- I don't--"

He fumbles. And trails off.

"D--don't praise me, Ziggy, you'll never get rid of me if you do. You'd have to kill me first. And even then you might not get rid of me, ever. Do you know what you're doing to me?"

A good thing, seeing as he's glowing now, that blue-white light, and feeling pretty great, outside and inside.

Hiroki Shirogane's gotten ready already. We should probably just go. I'll tell Atlas to expect us.