[Naoki's quiet following that. But, inside, his heart is shooting up into his throat and he rubs his palm against his forehead a few times, vigorously, as though the friction will distract him from the thoughts and worries that are just bubbling away ready to burst free.
What if they don't come back? is the most pressing. What if they come back and don't remember? is the next.]
...Okay. Three days. That's something. [The waiting is going to kill him.]
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What if they don't come back? is the most pressing. What if they come back and don't remember? is the next.]
...Okay. Three days. That's something. [The waiting is going to kill him.]