[ It's disorienting to see Satoru look so unsure, and it kind of hurts to see him doubt who he is. There's a loneliness that settles back into his chest; the kind that he couldn't stop feeling lately. It's just the two of them here, but that isn't enough to put things back where they're supposed to be.
What is he supposed to say, when he doesn't even fully understand what Satoru is grappling with? ]
Satoru.
[ His arms fall back to his sides from where he'd had them crossed over his chest, also wishing this stupid robe had pockets. ]
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What is he supposed to say, when he doesn't even fully understand what Satoru is grappling with? ]
Satoru.
[ His arms fall back to his sides from where he'd had them crossed over his chest, also wishing this stupid robe had pockets. ]
Don't you know me?