[ 'Please don't think that', huh. He'd said it too quickly to be lying.

It's kind of comforting? Kind of, anyway.

He goes still at the reminder of something he's been trying not to think about, a campaign that hasn't worked very well, not with Nabe's departure less than two weeks ago. Whatever it is that sends them home again is unfair. No mercy, no warning, no nothing. Ryota's right that they'd never be able to find each other again.

There's a part of him that wants to be angry, wants to ask why they're not taking all the time they've got, but he knows why. Better to cut it off before one of them is stuck in the weird not-mourning of waking up to find a name missing from your contact list.

He stares at the coffee table, fingers knotted in his lap. ]

I... yeah. And there's no way to keep that from happening. [ He reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, expression momentarily more somber than it's ever been. This is... not what he wanted to be doing today. ]

I get it. [ He can't say it's okay, or don't worry about it, not when there's but I don't want to sticking in his throat. That childish desire not to separate gets pushed away. He's never broken up with anyone before, not properly, and he's not sure what to say. ] So I guess this is... see you around?

[ Not 'goodbye', this town is too small for that. ]