When the battleship had once again departed, Raffles had yet to wake up.

The couples bid farewell at the field.

I held one of Harry's hands as he tucked the hair hanging by the side of my face behind my ears, "Take good care of yourself."

"Mm, you too. Be careful yourself."

Harry smiled brightly. His smile always carried the refreshing warmth of sunlight that made me feel secure and happy.

"Despite how much Raffles argues that he’s a man, he’s always as sensitive as a woman." Harry had a habit of making fun of Raffles when he was not around.

My face grew grave, "You’ve treated him like a girl since he was young."

Harry simply shrugged, "Alright. We are responsible for his character, I guess. So, we shall rely on you to make him more manly!" Harry leaned to my ear, "If he doesn't take on an active role, you can teach him.

"Go away! You'd better go now!" I kicked him but in...