"Her nose is crooked."
Shiki's face, still unfamiliar in shape but in feeling so intimately known that he could read it eyes half closed, forms a vague knot of confusion.
"Eri's," he elaborates. "Her nose is a bit crooked. So she's… not that perfect, you know."
She gives him a blank stare for a moment, and he feels vaguely awkward, shifting on his heels.
"Your nose is better," he adds, in an almost sullen mutter.
She giggles and tiptoes next to him, kissing his cheek.
"You're sweet," she murmurs.
Her smile proves him correct- the nose makes all the difference.