He wraps one leg around Ren, drawing him close, kissing back, twisting his hands into that tangle of hair. Learning to have people, to hold them close in trust and care, has been one of the quiet wonders of his 18th year, and this feels like the culmination of it. There are those two tapes remaining to be watched, too. But, honestly, fuck them.

Unfortunately, the tape they left on the bed, the one of his mother, lands on the wood floor with a crack. Goro's head jerks up. "That fucking thing."