Likewise, Genji would deserve her full attention. The full attention of anyone who wants to hold his heart in their hands, really. He deserves to be treasured for the person he is, and how wonderfully loyal and loving he is. Comfortable in who he is now, certainly, because so many have accepted him without qualm— but it didn't mean he couldn't still be hurt. That his heart wasn't human, and that he was impervious simply because some of his body was near enough to it.

She'd told him as much, here. But their affection and love was enough. Knowing they'd always be there for one another and that they were comfortable was enough. It was everything, actually. No one would replace what they are to one another, or how they feel for one another. Doctor and patient, deeply connected and twined together tight— there was no breaking that bond, either.

He tips his mask up to reveal his face only to her, hidden by the angle of his arm and the tip of his mask so the bump of his nose to hers nets him an immediate smooch in return, catching the corner of his mouth.

"I should think this flower is happy just where she is."

Leaning against him, watching a performance unfold before them, in realtime and then again slowing the moves down.