Yeah, when I remember. Or when it keeps getting shoved in my face. [ Strangely it hasn't really come up until now, but Natsuno has a terrible temper. Most of the time it's the salt and resentment that seeps through, but his anger is the most dangerous thing.

Meeting that look this time he smiles bitterly. ]

I thought he did. But I was wrong. When I came back, when he saw me again—all he cared about was that he didn't have to be guilty anymore. His apologies, his pity, his tears...they were for him not me. He did this stupid thing where he left a white flower each night outside my window for an entire week as penance or something. I hated it and I hated him for being like everyone else in the end.