I don't - do you want my diet chart from the past five years? [ Kuro is still laughing, as he straightens back up to really get a good look at Nazuna.

Yeah, he's put on a lot of goddamn weight since the last time they saw each other. Sure, he was still growing when they were friends, shot up a few inches every now and then, much to Nazuna's chagrin, but it was never this much. He's a full goddamn foot taller than Nazuna, and he doesn't need to be closer to him to know it. He's also got to be - god, he has to be a good sixty pounds heavier than him, at least.

The peculiar thought to pull out any old selfie of them, somewhere, wherever it might be hiding, comes to mind. That'd really complete the surreal moment, as he thinks about it. Someone that his "friends" had thought was a petite girl, fighty as hell even when he didn't talk much, and this dark-haired punk that rode him around everywhere on the back of his bike without helmets down hills until he could get Nazuna squealing into laughter. ]

I get it, yeah. [ He wants to laugh more. Instead, Kuro just grins big at him, something warm building stronger into his chest. ] But you do, too. You look - you look real good.

[ You look happy. You look like you're where you want to be. ]