[A morbid curiosity about what exactly happened during her short visit crackles quietly inside him, but if she doesn't want to talk about it...]
...I was with Sayo. [It's foreign to say her name, even more than usual, after spending another week thinking of her literally as his mother. After crying into her shoulder and feeling somehow at home in her embrace.]
April 9th - voice
...I was with Sayo. [It's foreign to say her name, even more than usual, after spending another week thinking of her literally as his mother. After crying into her shoulder and feeling somehow at home in her embrace.]