[ He's quiet as he follows, listening to what's being told to him like a child who's hearing a storybook. His brow raises at the name he hears that he just can't place, it feels familiar but the tone of the male's voice shows that he must be closed to whoever that person. It really sounds genuine when he says these things, how it's a secret place and Yamato gains invitation to come here. Part of him wants to decline so he doesn't intrude on something that's special to others. There is kindness that leaks from the other, it's a warm feeling that he'd love to indulge in. ]

A secret place? That sounds nice.. An area that you spend time with others that you equally care about. If I may ask, where are they now? Do you all meet up here, as the years pass?

[ As he's brought to such a secret place that only a few knows about, Yamato's free hand raises to his scarf. His index finger hooking onto the fabric as a smile appears on his features, his eyes widen from how beautiful the sight is before him. How the sun shines down on the shells and the sand which makes it look like the area is sparkling. The driftwood that's made home and allows various creatures to live within it, the sight is calming and he exhales because of it. The air feels so much cleaner or maybe it's just feels like at this moment and with someone comfortable, a whole lot of weight has been taken off his shoulders. ]

It looks.. amazing. I didn't think a place like this existed..

[ One name had him in confusion but the next, a nickname that grasps his attention. He's heard it before, he's so sure that he has that his hand squeezes the other's own just a bit and he has such an expectant look, as if wanting to hear a bit more about the person. ]

So .. you, Toshi and.. Sannan all came here together?