As the cold wind graces you and Keiji, he turns back to look at you with a faint smile that he always keeps up. Reflections of the street lights glisten in his eyes, the scenery almost looks dream-like.

His lips move, quietly uttering a question to ask you. Is there something on your mind? You look like you've zoned out for a moment. Keiji offers you his hand and waits for you to take it, as you always do.

It's getting cold, let's go. Keiji looks away, motioning with his open palm.