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He walks through the underpass as times, wondering, hoping, that perhaps he would emerge from the Rubicon.
He would walk, mirrored shades reflecting and face arranged in a suave smile, towards the barista. They'd be alone in the safeground of the UG, surrounded by people and yet alone with only the occasional Noise to disrupt them.
He walks through the underpass and adjusts his wire frames, a hand in his pocket and another hand limply holding a lit joint. He stops and stares as he feels the ground rattle and shake as the trains zoom by, takes in a long drag of nicotine as he gazes out at the Shibuya River. Joshua joins him sometimes, although he's moved on; Megumi was just another Conductor, an expense he was willing to spend. Neku was doing fine as the Conductor now either way; the three of them work closely together, and Sanae thinks of them affectionately but not quite in the same way that he could ever think of Megumi.
He muses on the things that he could have said, would have said, but was too proud to say.
Sanae shakes his head, dropping the cigarette butt and smirking, hiding his eyes behind shades, shades that Megumi found useless but Sanae still wore anyway.
"Are you there, Megumi? Are you watching me?"
And somewhere, Sanae feels it, he feels it, there's an affirmative.
Perhaps things could get better.