[The hand on Iwa’s back surprises him, but what surprises him more is how eager he feels to have that comfort. He doesn’t resist as he’s guided toward the couch, and sits down with his eyes back on the pictures. He shakes his head again, chewing anxiously on his lip while his eyes start to fill up again, half-desperate to hold that emotion back, half-desperate to let it go. He’s been bottling it up so long now it seems.]

It’s not like everyone doesn’t feel this way...[His voice is quiet, hoarse.] I’m jealous of you, Ren.

I’d go home in a second even if I were brought back the next. But I’m not any more special than anyone else here.

[Still...If he could only see Miyagi one more time...]

I do miss them. [He’s practically whispering now.] I miss everything.