[It's comforting, that gentle squeeze on his arm. It reminds him to look at her, eyes wide and awed.]

You did math for me? [Damn. That's love.] You didn't have to do that. [Such sacrifice.]

[The card is still in his hand. He looks down at it again, finally taking all the details in. It's . . .]

You put strawberry shortcake. And . . . look at all the little guys. [Oh, the sniffles are gone now as he fondly touches the drawings of the Pistols, two high fives and a familiar little fight. His fingertips land on Sayori, on her bow. It's . . . cute. The whole thing is cute, and sweet. Is he seriously this lucky?]