[ If anything, he's become less and less, hands still and then dropped to his side when he figures he's only making Minako's crying worse, not knowing what to do when his younger self would have taken her hand or patted her back or pulled her close into a hug or all sorts of things he doesn't have the right to do for not being at her side for almost fourteen years now. So acutely aware that he's the one who decided to pull himself out of everybody's lives, he doesn't understand why he would be on the receiving end of a hug, why Minako gives him sadness and laughter instead of an angry lecture for slighting her and their family, a worry that have been running through his mind for years without being able to justify either side.
Numbly, he nods, taking the earbuds back and letting the wires drape over either shoulder before getting to his feet, knees stiff and coughing into the crook of his arm after drawing the breath needed to stand with some effort.
Outside is... following the traffic, towards the left, and so he steps out of the little nook and back into the flow of the crowd, hands safe in his pockets and assuming Minako would follow, or be swept out by the current of people eventually either way. ]
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Numbly, he nods, taking the earbuds back and letting the wires drape over either shoulder before getting to his feet, knees stiff and coughing into the crook of his arm after drawing the breath needed to stand with some effort.
Outside is... following the traffic, towards the left, and so he steps out of the little nook and back into the flow of the crowd, hands safe in his pockets and assuming Minako would follow, or be swept out by the current of people eventually either way. ]