[ That is exactly why he brought up the phone thing. As it is, Ganymede hadn't expected Michel to be like 'okay' and only one entire person here happens to have his phone number. Who so happens to be his cousin.

So when the other male makes the stubborn comment, there is a brief look of pride in his eyes, as if that is something to be proud about... ]

That's right. So don't you forget it.

[ Anyway, Ganymede watches the thoughtful lines/expression on the other male's face, as if he can divine what he's considering just from that. ]

I'm glad that we are different people. You being who you are suits you, and who I am suits myself. Even if our motivations are different, I'm sure whatever reason you would have to keep coming wouldn't be inconsequential.

...But, what I want to do now is leave the past behind. I could never step into Ilus' place, when he and I always had different goals, and we were different people—just as you and I are.

[ And deep in his heart, a part of him does want to continue to forget the person that he was. Each golden memory seems only more painful now, and when he looks back, he only sees a stranger. But maybe that too is a fault. One that can't be overcome overnight—if it can be overcome at all. ]