I lean into him as he guides me, as if I can actually gain strength and support from his steadying arm. Psychologically I can, a little, but the reminder that I can't really feel him sort of counteracts that.

"I fucked up really bad tonight, Kurorin." I say as I let him move me to a seat.

I lean forward, my hair covering much of my face, and gaze down at my hands, remembering how badly Emi's were flickering.

"He scared the shit out of me, and I won't be sorry for yelling at him, but for Hiromu to overhear about Emi's body..."