( There's a familiar touch on his shoulder and it's enough to snap him to attention, if only for a while longer. There's still a fog around his head but if Sakamoto is talking, he's going to do his damned best to listen to every word. Nuances he would have noticed easily before are missed-- the change in expression, the shift in posture-- but he can tell something is different but it also feels the same. Just like he remembers. He can't quite put his finger on it but... he scrunches his brow together, mouth twisting thoughtfully as he tries to figure out some sort of riddle. )
Who d'ya miss? ( He can think of a few names, to be honest. Sakamoto was such a social person-- he had plenty of friends. It's hard to pick just one person, though. Who knows, maybe it's general feeling of missing everyone. ) Ya can tell me.
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Who d'ya miss? ( He can think of a few names, to be honest. Sakamoto was such a social person-- he had plenty of friends. It's hard to pick just one person, though. Who knows, maybe it's general feeling of missing everyone. ) Ya can tell me.
( He's a practiced listener. )