[He closes his own eyes, breathing in again to calm his own heart. Yuuto needs to sort out his brain too. He’s not holding his lover or his ex, but his friend.

His fingers brush through their hair, trying to comfort them. His friend… who he knows went Through It as an experiment. And who is missing a lot of life experiences that he takes for granted. He’s not sure if offering this custom will actually help or if it’ll just confuse Nen and hurt them more.]

Where I’m from, when we miss someone who can’t be there with us anymore… We talk about them. About our memories, our feelings for them, the jokes we shared and time we spent together. Then they can still be with us in our memory.

Why don’t you tell me about Ten-san?