"It is."

"No, my Ziggy, neither of us is sleeping tonight. Or the night after this. Or after. Or - wait, when are you going on a tour?"

And Hiroki'd probably sprout wings or something, but he doesn't, as deep inside he'd be just too embarassed, unconsciously, to do so, with all the crowd around. So he doesn't.

But he embraces Ziggy and kisses him wherever. Really wherever. His cheeks, his neck, his hands, whatever.

Suddenly, he stops. He seems - and feels - momentarily most unsettled.

"Ziggy, did you hear that? What was it? Hmm. Must've been my imagination."

Hiroki shakes his head.

"Or, I know. Probably just ringing in my ears. After a concert, that's only natural!"

He smiles again and gets right back to kissing Ziggy.