[ The clinging surprises him a little, but in the end he doesn't mind. In a way... it's unexpectedly nice. A very tangible feeling that his presence is wanted. He tells himself that it's not something he needs from other people, but it's hard to deny it when face to face with warm affection. Briefly his arms tighten around her in return. ]

I get scared, too, sometimes. [ His voice is soft, quiet as he looks over her shoulder towards the berry bushes in the distance. ] About losing people, I mean.

[ A beat. ]

My friend.. my best friend. Shiro. He disappeared again today and I ... [ God what the fuck is he saying. Why is he saying any of this. ] ... I know he just went home and he's probably safe? I just... I need to be better about telling my friends I care about them.

So... thanks, Bernadetta.