[Gackt’s POV]

I rest my head in his lap.  The park is deserted at this time at night.  The breeze that blows in off the water is chill and whispers of the approaching winter.  Only the moon lights the leaves of the trees above us, lining them in silver while the shadows hide us from its gaze.

After a time, his fingers begin to run through my hair.  I let my eyes slip shut and I sigh.  His legs shift under me so as to better cradle my head on his thighs.

"Ne...Cha..." I whisper, blinking my eyes open to look out across the dark walk.  "When'd you learn all of those nursery rhymes?  My nephews love them."

"When I turned forty."

"Forty?" I chuckle.  "When most men have a mid-life crisis, they buy a sports car."

"...Maybe I was lonely," I hear him whisper.  His tone silences my humor.

Turning my head to look up at him, I say, "You don't have to be lonely, Cha."

He smiles down at me.  His face is dark, silhouetted by the glistening leaves.  "I'm not anymore."