[ So often he finds that their similarities resonate, something he feels echoing deep down without quite being able to reach it. Not because Caelus would stop him, he thinks... but he wonders if the trailblazer holds it back for his sake, afraid of shattering the glassy mirror they sometimes catch sight of each other through.

Subaru slips his hand more securely into Caelus's, fingers tightening. Recognition he doesn't give voice to, only the comfort of understanding. ]

I have paper. So... branches, rope or twine. Alcohol is also common, but I can use purified water in its place.

[ He steps away from the counter. ]

There's a park nearby we might be able to get the wood from.