Phoenix nodded slowly amidst a sudden cool breeze brushing over the two men, the explanation making a strange sort of sense to him.
"Anyway, reasons aside, I think the display's going to start in a minute,"
"O-Oh?"
"Would you like to go over there with everyone else? To the fire, I mean. From there we can see the fireworks better when they rise." The defence attorney tensed as he heard a rustling noise emerging from the bushes behind them, speedily swivelling round to face the trembling leaves of the shrubbery before allowing his locked-up muscles to relax as nothing emerged. It was probably just an animal.
"Is something wrong?" Clementine joined the shorter man in turning around, frowning at the bushes and becoming perplexed.
"N-No.. I-I thought I h-heard something is a-all..."
"Oh. So, what do you say?"
"S-Sure, but... I-I have o-one more q-question,"
"Shoot." The scrawny police-officer leant forward upon his haunches, his expression glowing with amusement.
"W-What is t-this display... For?"
"Oh, I didn't tell you?" Clementine rubbed his slightly-stubbled jaw with his hand, looking into the distance with glassy, almost synthetic-looking, eyes, his pupils following the movements of the things in front of them almost immaculately.
"It's for the... LGBTQ+ community,"
"O-Oh?"
"I figured you wouldn't have a problem with that, since you're gay anyway..." Phoenix nodded thoughtfully, bashfully averting his gaze for a moment before speaking up again;
"S-So... I-I'm guessing you're p-part of t-the LGBTQ+ community t-too..?"
"Yeah," The scrawny police officer painfully-slowly heaved himself upward into a standing position, again offering a hand to the defence attorney in order to pull him upright too - which the spiky-haired man hesitantly took.
"I'm trans," Clementine confidently announced once they'd straightened up.
"O-Oh! I-I'm so s-sorry, s-should I have c-called you a 't-they' i-instead of-"
"Nah, I'm a 'he' now. A guy." Phoenix stopped shivering as much as he had been before, his tepid fear suddenly being replaced with polite intrigue.

Why hadn't the scrawny police-officer mentioned this before?

"I-I'm so sorry.. I-I had n-no idea..."
"Why do you sound upset? You have no reason to be sorry for something like that. I usually keep it under wraps, but... I trust you, so I told you." The spiky-haired man blushed slightly, looking away almost-ashamedly, and continued to stare back in a startled manner, those mesmerisingly ocean-blue eyes widened.

Trust.

Clementine trusted Phoenix.

That was rather ironic, wasn't it?

"T-Thank you..."
"Anyway, we really should start walking. We can talk as we go along," The defence attorney faintly nodded and meekly trailed after the scrawny police officer, almost tripping over his black trainers' disobedient laces in their haste to get to the colourful blur ahead of them.
"I know I said that the point of this was to get to know you better, but I'd also like you to get to know me better too," Clementine spoke up midway through their clumsy, lopsided, running, his breath a mere doggish pant in between his speech. 
"So I'll tell you something about myself," Phoenix blinked, deciding not to say anything in response in order to allow the scrawny police-officer to dominate the conversation;
"I'm single and bi,"
"O-Oh.. Y-You don't h-have a spouse? Y-You seem l-like the t-type who'd... I-I don't know..."
"Do I?" Clementine froze where he was for a moment, accidentally yanking forward the helpless defence attorney further into the darkness, causing the spiky-haired man to stumble ever so slightly.
"Or maybe you just think that I'm a 'player' because of my involvement in what happened to you nine months ago." The scrawny police-officer placed a hand on his hip for a moment, his eyes discreetly narrowing to match his accusative tone, a tiny, triumphant, smirk proudly glistening, due to the borders of his saliva resting atop his lips, upon his face.
"I-Is something w-wrong..? I-I didn't m-mean-" As Phoenix began to pull away, timidly backing off with the beginnings of his trembling returning, Clementine shook his head, his previously contorted face turning back into its usual state of happiness accompanied by that same, soft, chuckle as he gently coaxed the shorter man into staying put.
"I'm pulling on your leg." The scrawny police-officer turned away in order to continue onward at a slightly slower pace, tugging the spiky-haired man's sleeve in order to bring him along too; it wasn't far now.
"I know you didn't mean it in that way,"
"O-Oh... Ha ha," Phoenix nervously chuckled, subconsciously scratching the back of his neck.
"Anyway, I've told you something about myself, so now you have to tell me something about you."
"W-What's there to s-say? You know e-everything about m-me anyway... I-I'm boring,"
"Oh, I don't know... Something trivial will do. Like... what your favourite colour is."
"M-My favourite colour? I-It's blue," Clementine nodded in approval;
"Mm... Blue, huh?"
"I-I like red t-too!" Phoenix hastily added, as if afraid that he'd said something wrong.
"Because it reminds you of your lover? No, no... Blue is fine."

The defence attorney's brow creased, confused, before he noticed that they had arrived, the roaring, flammable, centrepiece of the innumerable amount of people gathered's heat alerting his senses to the fact.