[ Its like a huge relief comes off his shoulders the moment Ichiro says that first part, and Rosho thinks that finally, finally, he can stop overthinking this period of time when he and Sasara had been apart. He'd been just fine. ...okay, probably not completely fine, because he knows of Sasara's penchant to keep his emotions to himself, but he managed to get by. He just tried to be himself, some silly idiot that told bad jokes, liked to bother people, maybe he performed a bit while he was in Tokyo. In the end he doesn't know, but he needs to stop assuming the worst. That's what he'd like to do.

If it wasn't for that one particular name that keeps popping up all the time. Samatoki Aohitsugi.

Again. That name, all the time, its always there. And he doesn't know what to do about it. ]

I see... [ Rosho's voice sounds distant for a moment before he focuses his attention back on Ichiro. ]

I'm glad. Sasara really likes attention, obviously. He likes to be engaged with interesting things. And because of that, he tends to gravitate toward certain people a lot. I guess... whatever Samatoki was like back then, he... really liked Samatoki.

[ There's a certain relief in that fact, just knowing that while Sasara was somewhere else so far away, he had company. He was happy. And he knows he can trust Ichiro's judgment. If Sasara was just the way he's always been, like now, then that's the most important part.

And yet, he's never talked about Samatoki. Not even once. ]