*Kurapika nods slowly, gulping as his nerves pick his heartbeat up, the veins in his tense neck pulsing.*

It started when I went to the coffee shop room with Pairo. I don't know if you've been there, but it's a room that everyone the same age. Suddenly, Pairo was my age, and I could see what he would have looked like if... you know. And... it made me feel... certain things, I'd never felt before.

*He keeps strumming as he speaks, looking for something to do with his hands. Melancholy tones filled the air between them, as an accompaniment to his confession.*