Naoto reaches for his utensils, like he wants to go back to spreading jam instead of answering questions. Then his hands flee, fold, and he answers anyway:

"I told you," he says. "I have been selfish."

"No, I get that," Yousuke says. "Like, what you did, and you being selfish. But I don't get why you did what you did." Blocked his calls. It sounds crazy.

Someone called for him?

Naoto's eyes flicker up, under his cap's brim. "You don't understand?" he says, sounding surprised. "It only makes sense that, amnesia-stricken, you would return to your friends for convalescence."