A/n: Okay, so you guys know the fic Conversation that I published a while back? Well, this is a sequel. Of sorts. This is basically Junpei thoughts as he's walking home after he leaves Chidori's hospital room. Just a little forewarning, though:

If you did not read Conversation, you should do so BEFORE you read this.

Okay, now, onward we go~!

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He left the psychiatric ward of the hospital, her words still lingering in his mind. What she had said… had it been true?

"In truth… I don't know what I think of you. Your warm smiles and small talk give me something to look forward too, but at the same time, I know that Takaya and Jin are waiting to make their move and take me back." She turned to gaze out the window, "I guess… I'm conflicted."

"Conflicted, huh? …yeah, sounds like Chidori." He said, sighing.

Now that he thought about it, Chidori didn't really understand thing like emotions, so he couldn't blame her.

But then again, she could get help here, couldn't she? Like, mental help? It would be good for her; she might even stop hurting herself so much!

Junpei sighed, he over-thinking things. Chidori wasn't the most confident girl in the world, but she was pretty. Or, at least, he thought so.

Although, she seemed to be very upset about something all the time. Maybe it was that she resents being locked up inside of a hospital room. He couldn't blame her, though; he'd be pretty pissed if he was held against his will like that. Junpei had always been more of a man of words than actions, but somehow he could read Chidori's actions like an open book. He'd never been able to do this before. But, she showed it in her eyes how she was feeling. Mitsuru-senpai and Akihiko-senpai didn't see it, but he did.

Being locked in that hospital room day in and day out was tormenting her. An emotionally unstable girl like Chidori needed a bright environment, he realized. The blank and plain walls of the hospital were, to her at least, like a blank page of her sketch book.

Her life has been in black and white for so long, and she was getting sick of it.

And, now that he seriously thought about it, he'd be sick of it too. Not being able to laugh or smile was… a horrid thought. Laughing, smiling and just being happy were how he got through everyday. Just laughing off of his mistakes, never doing anything to improve himself. That's how he lived.

Now, Chidori on the other hand, she lived much differently. She lived for pain, it seemed. She's in so much emotional distress that she goes as far as to hurt herself. She just wants the pain gone. She wants what he has; to be happy. To be able to smile.

"Huh," he said to himself, "I'm deeper than I thought."

But now, this begs the question: why did he kiss her?

Sure it was only on the cheek, but it was still a kiss nonetheless. He blushed, remembering the sudden action. It was like an instinct to him, he just did it!

He could just imagine what she was thinking right now, probably something along the lines of, "He's an idiot," or, "What just happened?"

He secretly hoped it was the latter of the two.

He passed through the local strip mall and he thought of something; Christmas was right around the corner, she could come to the dorm then, right? He'd have to ask Mitsuru-senpai about that.

"Yeah," he said, thinking out loud again, putting his key into the lock and opening it, "She'll be happy."

And he would make sure of it.