[ He would break the agreement in a heartbeat if it meant protecting Noé. He'll protect himself, too, but a part of him knows that if he had to pick, the choice actually seems a lot more obvious, now. Huh. He'll have to think about that later - or not. He probably won't. He'll just make that a problem for future Vanitas instead. ]

That should be everything. [ He inhales quietly, deeply. ] Let's go, then.

[ He keeps Noé's hand in his. He knows others will see, but it's hard for him to let go. And hey, if that journalist rolls around again, this time, he won't have to lie. Somehow, Noé Archiviste really is his.

As they head out of Hotel Chouchou, Vanitas feels the windchill again, this time in full swing. He can't help but move a little closer to his partner again for warmth, but he urges them both to press on regardless. Sure, they're in public, holding hands, but honestly? It works to their advantage now, thanks to that lady. ]

If she's around again, leave her be. I've nothing to hide from her anymore.