"Well, I did hit him." Ziggy smiles and sneaks in another kiss. "Besides, he wouldn't have a chance. I'm already in love with someone else."

Ziggy takes the memory and it triggers one of his own. Of his father much younger siting on the floor with him when he's a toddler, teaching him to play checkers on a board drawn on the floor. His dad's hair longer and pale blond, sort of curly, and even Ziggy's baby hair has a bit of curl to it.

"I'll always try to find you." He presses thier foreheads together and the energy is there, open and free to feed into Hiroki's spirit.