[He doesn't move when Souji leans against him, even though a part of him wants to. But he's always craving contact, and now that he can't ignore these similarities and this crushing feeling of nostalgia anymore, he might as well embrace it, right? Or... try. He can try, because the alternatives are painful.
When Souji points out one of the people out in the storm, his eyes follow but he doesn't really look. He doesn't really need to. He knows exactly who's out in that storm now. He can't just pretend Heisuke was a slip, some bizarre coincidence. ...Well, it's nice in a way to know that they've all managed to find each other again. He wonders what this says about souls and destiny and other similar things, but that's far too complex for him to dwell on.]
An old friend, huh...
[It is kind of like that, and he's not sure he likes it. He slings the towel over his shoulder, leaning back just a little.]
...I guess. So you've— like, all of you've found each other again?
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When Souji points out one of the people out in the storm, his eyes follow but he doesn't really look. He doesn't really need to. He knows exactly who's out in that storm now. He can't just pretend Heisuke was a slip, some bizarre coincidence. ...Well, it's nice in a way to know that they've all managed to find each other again. He wonders what this says about souls and destiny and other similar things, but that's far too complex for him to dwell on.]
An old friend, huh...
[It is kind of like that, and he's not sure he likes it. He slings the towel over his shoulder, leaning back just a little.]
...I guess. So you've— like, all of you've found each other again?