He likes night runs, but he likes you even more. So he'll try every way to drag you out for a run, ostensibly for exercise. When you're exhausted, bent over, panting, and tell him you can't go on, he'll laugh. He rarely smiles with his eyes narrowed; usually, his smile just raises his cheekbones. But when he smiles at you, his eyes always crinkle, like two crescent moons. He'll wrap his piano-playing hand around yours, saying, "Oh dear, you can't keep going like this. If you get tired so quickly, what will I do with you later?" Then he'll slow down and pull you along for a run. The dim streetlights don't illuminate the end of the road, and suddenly you think that running hand in hand like this might not be so bad.