[ He is just another guy and he'll have to wrestle with that another time.

Satoru keeps a staunch hold on Suguru's wrist and the reassurance only coaxes another squeeze out of his grip. His stiff shoulders slacken, demeanor coming to a cool, and his expression less grim. The edges of his lips don't quirk into a smile to match, even though they share the same desire. It's a crumb, but a crumb he'll settle for until he figures out how to equip himself to handle this delicately.

Back then, he didn't see them differently. They were still best friends when they went on missions together, when they didn't, and even in the crowd... With Suguru's back facing him. Now is the same, whether they're plagued with forgotten memories or weird magic in play.

In his heart, nothing has changed. ]

Your fake Buddha smile and the way you go about explaining stuff are annoying, too. [ With his free hand, he whacks Suguru's offending shoulder. ] Instead of thinking about stuff so much, you should say it how it is.

[ So many words, sometimes not enough words. Satoru would excuse Suguru being passive-aggressive, though. As long as it's funny. Slowly, he lets him go. ]

What did you want to look at? Is there anything worth looking at except for an exit?