[ he smells... well, he smells like a common drunkard. a bathed drunkard, yes, but a drunkard nonetheless. but even so, the hug is meaninful, and satoko makes no attmept to break free. ]

...it's strange. [ her voice is half-muffled by chuuya's scrawny chest. ] She never wants to go back home. I know that. And I want nothing more. But... but now that so many of our friends are here, I find myself wondering if I have to keep going. Surely it's not wrong to rest a bit, is it?