Daisuke wonders what Takeru's parents might say, now that the bucket-hat-wearing-boy has sacrificed his seat in the car to Ken. He guesses by parents he means Takeru's mother, since he lives only with her. Then Daisuke goes on to wonder if Takeru's father will ever find out about Takeru ambling in the darkness in solitude, passing circles of light created by streetlights that hum to no one in particular.
"Takeru's a gentle spirit, isn't he?" he says lowly to Hikari as he stares at his hands in his lap. "He's got so many reasons to be angry, but he isn't… I mean, he beat up Ken that one time, but he acts like it didn't happen. He's even embarrassed he did it, even though he was in the right."
"Daisuke…"
"And he doesn't get in trouble at school, or runaway, like some kids do when they're mad at the world. He's always saying something about Yamato or his dad or the TV station or something. A lot of kids aren't as understanding…"
"Daisuke, are you okay?" Hikari asks in the midst of his rambling.
"I'm fine," he says, turning to face his reflection in the window. "I was just sayin', Takeru's kind of stupid, I guess."
"I'm glad that Takeru hasn't been hardened by the divorce," Hikari murmurs.
He pictures Takeru with his hands in his pockets and those circles of light, hat covering his eyes and his thoughts. "That too… Not that we can see."