[Xingchen slips out of the car with Hijikata's help. He keeps holding onto his friend's hand for perhaps a little too long. The truth is, Xingchen likes contact; it warms him and makes him feel...alive.]

You don't have to thank me. I have a feeling you would have done the same for me.

[He smiles shyly and bows, grateful for...so much!]

I would love to see you again. I remember your love of mayo.

[Xiao Xingchen just said mayo. Be proud, Hijikata.]