Togusa didn't mean to spot what she was looking at, honestly. He just came up at the wrong angle, and blue still stands out so starkly against anything else. It's a shock. But a good one. Togusa freezes, and the look on his face turns stricken, slowly morphing into...hope?

"You-" A breath in. "You can see it?" His heart pounds in his chest. No, don't get your hopes up. Too late. "The- application. You've got it."

Please. Please. Let this be true. He takes a step towards the table, not quite sitting down yet. His voice shakes with effort, despite his attempts to keep himself steady. "Do you remember? February, and March? Things that were happening in the city?"

And then after when the colors vanished and there were monsters and Togusa wanted to know if she was safe but she didn't think anything had happened. Is it selfish to wish that she remembers?