[He grabs a hold her hand before it fully slips back to her side. He lifts it back to his lips to feel the warmth of her skin. He then proceeds to kiss the back of her hand.]

...It's not a secret if you plan to tell them eventually. [Does he speak from experience? Probably.

The night sky stops lighting up as the last of the flowerworks go off. There's the shuffling of footsteps as a few start to leave to enjoy what's left of the festival. He hums quietly as he continues to hold her hand.] Is there anything you still like to do, or shall we be on our way as well? [Or they can just stay here too. He's not in a rush.]