It worked on you, didn't it?

[Hiyori speaks the words pointedly, eyes on Elan's.]

When we first met, Elan-kun seemed tired and directionless. He wasn't sure he had anything he wanted, other than to see a nice view. And he was still working that dead-end job where he was heartlessly being used as a pawn.

[He's still smiling, but his tone is serious. He thinks back to their first pair of encounters, the time Elan seemed impressed by something as simple as soft serve ice cream, the way all he wanted was to see the sky. He'd seemed exhausted, back then and Hiyori now understands why. Elan wasn't just overworked; he was suffering from a lack of freedom, a bird trapped inside a cage.

But his wings hadn't been clipped. And now, he's taken flight, hasn't he?]

But now Elan-kun has his own apartment, hobbies, job, and all sorts of stuff.

[Hiyori gestures around with his free hand, at the walls and at the photographs hanging on them.]

He can love others, and he can give himself some love! ♪ And most of that's probably because of him, but he was also at least a little bit inspired by me, no?

[Hiyori's actions definitely inspired the kind of love he gives himself in the shower. Cough, cough.]