Around the mid-afternoon, Dark needed to go and take a nap, although he was, more or less handling things well.
That evening, after Ivy had gone to bed, and Dark and Daizi were in their bedroom, Daizi sat on the edge of the bed, "How much do you really remember?"
"Bits and pieces."
"Do you remember the fireworks?"
Dark looked across the room at her as she traced the designs carved into their bedpost, "I do. I remember what we talked about, too."
"And?"
He pulled on a fresh shirt and came to sit beside her, "I want it even more acutely. I want you to name me, so I can hear you call my name without recoiling from it."
Daizi turned towards him, taking his hands in hers, "Then I'll name you, Goose. And it'll be the greatest name any man had ever had."
"I do not need it to be the greatest name," He smiled, brushing her hair out of her face and behind her ear, "I just need it to be mine."