Scooting over without resistance, he likewise opens the letter—and feels his body pressing to Cid's own as he takes his seat. It's as if they were magnetically compelled to sit side to side with as little space as possible.

Barnabas furrows his brows, looks to Cid, then the letter—

Confess your feelings for another

Barnabas glowers at the paper in his hand. He says nothing.