[Mutsu can't see Sakamoto's expression because he's nodding off, but everything about the taller man's face softens. The look in his eyes, the stiffness of his shoulders... He's a boisterous man, confident at all times, and his posture certainly communicates that.

But he can let that slide for the time being.

Sakamoto reaches out and takes a gentle hold of Mutsu's shoulder.]

You can call me when you need me, you know?

I know what it's like to miss someone.

[In this very moment, he misses his Mutsu. Not just this moment, he's felt that kind of aching emptiness ever since the first day. Where is she? He understands to an intimate degree what it's like not to feel entirely whole without someone.

He can't imagine where he would be without her- How can you survive when someone who has become the very crux of your being, the most important you've ever met, suddenly is gone from your side?

And his Mutsu, most likely, is leading a fleet of hard-working merchants to victory, to be productive.

This Mutsu's Sakamoto is trapped beneath the ground. He's laughed his last laugh, and breathed his last, dying breath.]

Sometimes, you can be just two steps away! Ah, but you miss them. I get it, I get it! When you need to, call me.