Togusa lets out a sound, hard to describe. Relief and surprise and gratitude all wrapped up into one. His shoulders lower, as if he lost a huge burden that he was carrying. "Gentiana," whispered back, with all of the reverence he has been holding himself back from putting on her name.

Togusa slumps into a seat, like his legs are giving out. His eyes are still intense when he looks at her, as so many things want to rush forwards at once. "You- I-" He can't decide what to say first. He swallows so hard there is a click in his throat. "It was like a part of you was missing," it finally comes out in a rush. "They said-" He shakes his head again. No, not that.

His hand reaches out on the table, shaking before he sets it down, close enough for her to touch, but he isn't quite so forwards yet. "I wished for you to come back. I am sorry that you're dragged back into this, but, you're here." His brow is tight, but raised, a mix of sorrow and gratitude.