Kiku paused in adjusting his tie. "You said that last month, Gilbert." Kiku said, quiet. What reason did he not have to go? He was showered (Kiku had seen to that last night; his boyfriend was lovable but inhumanly lazy) and healthy and had nothing else he was supposed to do today. Kiku had bought his ticket from Berlin to New York two weeks ago, and the Prussian had sworn up and down he'd go, this time.