He's not sure if he deserves it.

It's a little while after the celebration party finishes, when the thrill of the fireworks have stopped lighting up the sky; when everything's still and black and all he does is let the breeze caress his face.

He remembers who he used to be.

Pawn. Evil. The words still make a fresh scar. It's why he doesn't dare to venture near them.

"I knew you'd be here."

He lifts his head in surprise. A hand reaches out to him.

"Come on," Hau urges. "There's still leftovers."

To his surprise, Gladion accepts his hand.