"Takeru," Hikari sighs ecstatically, outstretching the last syllable in his name so that it's as long and magical as a kite string. "I can't believe you're living in Odaiba..." She's stumbling now. "...Did – I mean..." Her voice is the breeze: "Are your parents together again?"
Takeru frowns with his entire body but tries to smile anyway, because that's how he is, but Hikari, whose delicate chin had been poised in the palm of her small hand, tauts embarrassedly. "I'm sorry," she blurts, and then rants, "I just thought that since you and your mom moved here, maybe something with your family – I would have been happy – I will be, when it happens. If it does... But of course it will, and if it doesn't then it'll be okay-"
Hikari's voice is invisible. Takeru is the endless sky, and the string on the kite is snipped and the kite glides away into the blue of his mind's eye, hopeful and nostalgic and homey and dysfunctional.