[ He goes quiet, much like he did that one night back on the ship. It's a contemplative silence — what's the harm in telling Naruhodou things? Especially here, when he's asking? On the other hand, it's still . . . a lot. Too much for some, too much for him to throw on him right now. After a moment passes, he gives him a soft, reassuring smile. ]
Right. [ a beat. ] Give me time. And one day, definitely . . . [ His voice trails off, not finishing that sentence. He doesn't need to. ]
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Right. [ a beat. ] Give me time. And one day, definitely . . . [ His voice trails off, not finishing that sentence. He doesn't need to. ]