Admittedly, it's a lot. Almost too much, even wrapped in the warmth and simple joy they'd all felt that day. This is as far as Oz is willing to go, it seems, at least for now--he's quiet for a long minute, and when he looks up again, that familiar lighthearted attitude is back. The part of him that's dared to venture forward into acknowledging loss has retreated.

"If it bothers you that much," he says thoughtfully, tapping at his cheek, "What if we made something kind of like that? Like a journal, but one that we could share, and write down the things that happened that day, or that week, you know." Sure, they have the amulets, and they're still together often enough that they could find a way to sit down and tell each other about their day in person. But it's not quite the same as sitting down, deliberately remembering recent events in order to pass them on. Plus, it's almost a project--something positive for Gilbert to focus on, and if Kevin (doubtful) or Hibiki (less doubtful) wanted to join in, they could. Almost like a household diary.