The floor Klavier is sitting on is cold.
"Klavier?"
The wall he's leaning against too. The scissors in his hands might be the coldest.
"Hey... Are you okay?"
But Phoenix's hands, they're different, warm. They make him shiver when he puts them on his shoulder, and take him away from the terrible thoughts in his head.
"Phoenix... Ja, I'm… fine, now."
Phoenix looks into his glassy eyes, and touches a small strand of hair over his ear.
"You cut your hair..."
"I didn't like what I found in the mirror."
"That's okay." Phoenix holds his hands. "Wanna get up and talk about this with some snacks?"
Klavier thinks for a moment.
"…Sure. But you know we don't like the same type of snacks."
"So we'll eat my type."
"Oh, no, that's the opposite of what I meant," he says as he gets up, and brushes some hair away from his clothes.
"Aw, I thought you'd let me this time..."
Klavier smiles a little. Despite that, he's still looking at him with anxiety. Phoenix knows why, why he's been desperately trying to change his looks since last year.
"You don't think I see him in you... right?"
"I know you never would... but sometimes, I see him."
Phoenix looks at him with sadness. He knows that feeling all too well, when he catches himself acting like people that hurt him, but stops right on time...
"Hello, sir. Please, pick a card," Trucy said back then, holding a bloody ace.
Klavier's voice takes him back to reality:
"I know we've talked about this before, but... i-it still hurts."
His eyes glint with tears, and Phoenix embraces him. When you live your whole life trying to be exactly like someone else, it's hard to erase the similarities you worked so hard to create and keep forever.
"Klav... You're not him, he could never be like you. I'll say it whenever you need to hear it. Until you say so yourself... because, I love you."
"And I love you, too."
Klavier puts his hands around his back, and says:
"...Did you sleep in my sweater again? You're like a human heater."
"Uhh. Like Baymax," he says, avoiding the question, thinking about the movie they watched last night with Trucy.
Speaking of her, Trucy likes Klavier a lot. Even though she's rather jealous her daddy was the one to catch her idol's heart... she's approving of their relationship.
"Can you ask him to write a song about me?!" she said happily one time.
"Baymax's not human, Liebling."
"Lie-what? What does that mean?"
"Doesn't matter."
Then, Klavier cups Phoenix's face and kisses him. When he lets go, Phoenix is looking at him with that goofy smile of his. But before they can talk any more, they hear barking on the doorway.
"Vongole! Isn't it too early to play...?" Phoenix tells the dog, as if he could understand. "Ewww. Look, he's eating your hair from the floor..."
"Eww! Stop thaat!"
Trucy comes running after Vongole, and sees the scene.
"Vongo, no!" she yells. This time, the dog actually listens.
"...Good morning, honey."
"No wonder he got sick last week! He doesn't care about eating L'Oreal..." Trucy says, pouting with her hands on her hips. "You go make my breakfast with Daddy, Papa. I'll make this mess dissappear with my magic!"
Klavier and Phoenix step away, and Trucy cleans everything in less than a minute with a magic trick. Somehow.
Later, Klavier and Phoenix cook some fried eggs as Trucy watches cartoons.
"Um. Phoenix," Klavier murmurs, flustered, "Did you hear what Trucy called me?"