Somehow, even when that name came up, Urie’s composure ceased to falter.
“Mutsuki’s clothing is none of my business.” Even so, it seemed as though Urie wanted to continue. The words right there- so close. If only he could convey his suppressed thoughts without restraint and frustration. Without judgement-
“(His smile. I’m… fond of it. Wear it often, Mutsuki.)”