[Ah, there he is. The square is quiet right now, with Juzo the only person in the immediate vicinity, perched on a bench and slumped over his own knees. He hasn't been here long, but he's been here long enough to space out. Being alone with his thoughts right now isn't going great for him.
But he's not alone anymore. Despite everything, the chill damp of the air around Juzo begins to warm and dry a little when he spots Kyosuke and gets to his feet to greet him. Not that he knows how to do that. Hug him? Part of him wants to and doesn't know how. Instead he just gives his poor slightly ragged friend a look up and down as he shakes his head.]
If I was, I didn't even notice.
You look the way I feel right now. Maybe a little better, but—
[But he's not better. Juzo knows that. He trails off and shrugs, avoiding direct eye contact.]
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But he's not alone anymore. Despite everything, the chill damp of the air around Juzo begins to warm and dry a little when he spots Kyosuke and gets to his feet to greet him. Not that he knows how to do that. Hug him? Part of him wants to and doesn't know how. Instead he just gives his poor slightly ragged friend a look up and down as he shakes his head.]
If I was, I didn't even notice.
You look the way I feel right now. Maybe a little better, but—
[But he's not better. Juzo knows that. He trails off and shrugs, avoiding direct eye contact.]