He speaks, licks ice cream off his hand. It's a thoughtful action, and it makes me think again about how he doesn't know how to play. He keeps reaching for it, for fun, for love, along with his kirakira, but he doesn't get it.

I nod fervently, pointing at him, with my mouth full. I swallow hastily. "No, noooo, I get it! I do! You need friends!"