Sora's going to scoot a little closer, looking into Masaomi's face. Watchful. Not curious or pitying. Just careful. A little sad. Making sure to give him room to not cry, as one does. You're not getting away, Kida. Sora's been chasing people his entire life.

Five months, and he's lived with this. Sora still isn't sure what happened, but there was betrayal. There's friendship, definitely. Guilt. (There's always guilt. Never makes it less painful to watch.) It's heavy. It's all heavy.

"You really care about him," Sora says, soft. It's not a statement looking for an answer. It's something Sora's reflecting back. It's what he sees.