. . . Oh.

[There's that warm safe feeling again. He curls up again, relaxing, his head tucked under Polnareff's chin; after a moment's consideration, he reaches for Polnareff's hand as well and laces their fingers together.]

Well, it's not like that exactly. It's more that . . . Kakyoin reminds me of myself sometimes. A lot of times. So I got him some shoes at Christmas, and he didn't yell at me, so I was thinking of making him a dress.