His parents come to see him. They are old, far older than they should be. His father's hair is grey, and less; his mother's skin is wrinkled and loose upon her skull like a badly made costume.
They reach out to him, rustle his hair, and Yousuke can see the veins in their arms.
It is terrifying.
His father asks if he can remember him—if he can remember his mother. Of course, Yousuke answers, and his father smiles. Crevices run across his face. He tells Yousuke about Inaba, about Junes—tells Yousuke he had friends—
Not likely, Yousuke thinks.