It's force of habit that has him place one hand on the crown of Taiki's head, ruffling his hair with gentled motions, like one would soothe a kijuu or a child. A habit years old. It doesn't quite match his current appearance or manner, but when Gyousou finds himself thinking, perhaps-- he instead doubles down. His other hand lifts, and mirrors the motion on for Inigo. He's feeling too energised, too himself, to hesitate on expressing his wholehearted approval of them both.

"Now the formalities are satisfied," he sounds almost conspiratorial, "shall we find somewhere to rest until the celebration?"