then you left and you broke him.” there’s gagging, gasping in the background. “he stumbled in here bleeding from every orifice babbling about how he can survive anything.” he feels himself coming apart at the seams. somewhere in the depths of his mind he knew satoru would hurt but there was a greater part that thought he’d move on just fine.
his cheeks are wet. “i’m on my way. tell him i’m on my way? tell him i love him?”

shoko hangs up.