I wonder if Kouta notices how damn weary Takatora is, how much of that weariness he's actually letting color his expression, his actions.

I know Takatora very well, even now, after everything. Maybe even better now, having been so thoroughly wrapped up in my own affairs to have been blind to everything else... And seeing now how much of a disaster that ended up being.

I nod, accepting his words and unsure what to say in return. I don't want to lie to him, and I suppose it is technically good to see him, but I can't say it's something I wanted, or was ready for, and so...

So.

I look to Kouta, who is staring at Takatora sort of wide-eyed, and then looking back towards me with the same expression.

"I should... get back to work." I say, somewhat awkwardly, and I stare hard at Kouta, because I think...

Well, I think Takatora deserves to know the truth, all of it.

And I also don't think Kouta is going to tell him.