[Ah, his hair. He remembers now, and reaches back to feel it. There's a large swath cut short in the center back, crudely cropped higher than his shoulders. Wataru sighs, then smiles at Eichi. He'll have to adopt a new hairstyle for a while, he supposes, but he'll be here with Eichi by his side. Or him by Eichi's, however the cards may fall.]

We won't dwell on it. We'll recover, and move on. We're safe from here on, aren't we? You've made sure of that. I know your mind.

[He slides off his heart monitor, too, and slips an arm around Eichi, holding him close by his side. There's nothing else to do but sit here comfortably and pray the future is better.]

I'll always be by your side, Eichi. Not even this will keep me away.