Durbe sits at the kitchen table, working on some assignment, while Mizael brushes his hair and it's really early in the morning, too early to be awake, Merag and Gilag would say. Still, both of them are always awake at this time and they know Alit gets up even earlier and by now, he's already jogging around somewhere in the city and exercising and so on, probably hoping to meet Yuma before school.

Both of them don't care much about sports themselves, and while Mizael at least enjoys tennis, even joined the school tennis club, Durbe refuses to do any sport and instead stays at the library while Mizael's trains.

It's not too much fun without Durbe, but Nasch claims all of them should start doing their own things and try some new, more human things, although they know Nasch just doesn't want them at home when he takes Yuma there.

"How do I figure out when and at which angle that ball will hit the floor?" Durbe's calm voice breaks through the silence. Mizael puts the hair brudh on the table and leans over to Durbe, looking over his friend's notes. The other humans in their class say Durbe's really smart, but physics is something Mizael is interested in. Durbe mostly doesn't really get it and needs more time to figure out all the equations and those things, so Mizael helps him and explains them for Durbe again after the lesson is over and they sit together on the school's roof top

It doesn't take Durbe long to understand the meaning of each letter ("A for acceleration, t for time, v for velocity really isn't that hard to get.") and how to work with them ("Come on, those equation really aren't that hard to get."), so when Mizael finishes explaining, Durbe smiles, touches Mizael's cheek and his hand feels cold against his face, but Mizael doesn't complain or say anything and just looks at Durbe.

"Well, good to know that this ball would need 0.54 seconds to hit the floor. If we're ever throwing balls out of the window on the twentieth floor of a building, I'll be ready." He doesn't miss the irony in Durbe's voice, but Durbe smiles, then frowns a little as he moves his face closer to Mizael's and tilts his own head a little, as Mizael watches him. "Thanks for your help, Mizael."

Their faces touch and Durbe brushes their lips against each other gently, not really pressing them together, just both of their lips softly touching each other for a second or two, until Durbe pulls away once again.

"What was that for?"

"Oh, just one of these human gestures. I saw some of them doing it at school and Alit said, humans do this to express gratitude towards their close friends."

As soon as Durbe's out of the kitchen, Mizael leans back in his chair, touches his lips and swears.

"Don't even think, a knight like you could pretend he doesn't know what a kiss means."