[ Happiness is happiness, Goro, and that's what Akira wants to convey. He listens inquisitively with eyes on him, watching like a cat pining for something more. As the story continues, the ends of his lips quirk up less from anxiety, more out of endearment. It's a simple memory, a cherished happiness... He knows full well Goro never had a chance to live a life with his father in the picture, but he believes it doesn't make his family any less complete.

When it ends, he scoots closer to nuzzle into the side of his dyed head. When he's done burying his nose in, he gently whispers something. It isn't surprising, nothing offensive. ]

I'll throw you a big party next year. Fireworks and all.

[ He has a friend that's a cop so they won't get arrested for it, either. ]

Of course I'll need advice from your mom here and there, just to make sure it has that magic touch.