Shinjiro winced, and after hesitating a moment, went to sit down beside him. The other members of S.E.E.S. seemed to forget pretty easily at times, but he always remembered; Ken was just a kid. A kid who was dealt a shitty hand - Shinjiro's fault - and did his best to power through it. Did pretty damn well to power through it, from what he's seen. If only ...

He breathed out a massive sigh.

"No, Ken, that's not true at all," Shinjiro said, his voice far quieter now. His hands clenched in his pockets. How was he supposed to - do this? Comfort him? The dead weren't a comfort to the living, not like this. And he's never been good with support skills.

To him, there's nothing to repair on Ken's end. He's not the one who fucked up three years ago. Shinjiro closed his eyes. "It's ... good seeing you're okay. Hearing you're alive, anyway. You ... look healthy, too. That's good."

Shit, could he sound more awkward?