Ban remembers even little details from when he was a child, even though sometimes he'd rather he didn't. The smell of bookstores brings back memories of the ancient tomes he was forced to study. The sound of wind blowing snow against the car's sides reminds him of a night when he lay shivering in a woodshed, listening for the sound of footsteps.

     Ginji laughs at his annoyed expression, and dangles the missing keyring in his face. "You left the keys at our booth, Ban-chan."

     He forgets little things more nowadays - but he can afford to, with Ginji backing him up.