ou are angry, with your cheeks flushed, full of tears and with that frown, without even looking at him. Again, you are being handcuffed to that bed. You can't help but cry, because there is no way you can be free. It bothers Satoru, but seeing you cry doesn't please him.

"I didn't want to go to these measures again."

He's visibly upset, swallowing his courage to not speak rudely to you. Still, he wants you to talk to him. He needs you to talk to him. He has come home exhausted from work only to stop you in a new escape plan.

"Come on. I thought we were getting along. Can you try to stop running away?"