I Did It
Cracked fingers gently sweep over a faded yellow cover - a loving caress. It's an album of all the pictures he's ever taken of Ash. At night, he talks. In the morning, he waits to be taken away. And Sing comes to a bitter realization. Far into the future of post-canon. Minor mentions of Eve no Nemuri and NEW YORK SENSE. Slight Garden of Light vibes with the relationship.