Is this how Naoto always feels? The pieces, slotting together? "You didn't want me to leave."
Naoto hesitates. Nods.
He's not even angry. There's too much. "I didn't go to my parents'—"
"You wouldn't. You would have felt it as giving up."
He's right, and that's annoying. "Well, you said you were my friend, too—"
"And your employer. A different relationship. You would have 'visited' your other friends—and, more comfortable, would have stayed."
And that sounds right, and that's annoying, too.
"Now," says Naoto, "when would you like to leave?"
Jam, with impossible calm. Yousuke stares.
"What?" he says.
