[ Those words strike Seto to the core. He takes a sharp breath, keenly aware of Atem pressed against his back. Those few encounters on the train had certainly led his train of thought in this direction, but to have it confirmed...]

I didn't think you knew.

[ Okay, he needs to find a place to pull over. He veers into a safe spot in an alley and parks, releasing the handlebars so he can take a deeper breath. ]

I didn't know either. Guess that explains why I didn't object to you getting in my space in the dressing room. But you meant so much more to me than that.