[The tension doesn't go unnoticed by Yokozawa, who had grown used to picking up on most of the body language. Occasionally, the two would have dropped tidbits of their personal lives here and there, if Yokozawa had to think back about it. He's gone as far as to tell Eiri that his feelings for another wasn't reciprocated but nothing past that, possibly downplaying just how much the rejection had hurt him. He doesn't feel the need to tell the whole story since...it's more or less wrapped up, right?

Nonetheless, he still wants to get to know Eiri more all the same. If reopening his own old wounds can do that, he just might.]

I've been crammed in an airplane for more than twelve hours... [He mumbles, rolling his eyes a bit to hide the fact that he's blushing a bit. It'd be nice to walk around and not have to worry about being on time for something. Eiri at sixteen...

He's not ready to don a robe or anything yet, but if Eiri would rather have a day in, he wouldn't argue against it.]

Can't imagine what you must have been like at sixteen. [He down his beer as he tries to visualize it in his mind. Eiri...a delinquent? A model student? Or even a wide-eyed youth with big dreams like in the shoujo manga the company publishes?]