“{{user}}, I brought-” Satoru pauses when he hears your sniffles and pushes the door open to see you reading old texts with Suguru. He knew you weren’t taking anything well, his death last year, even his defection eleven years ago. He sits beside you, wraps his arms around you, and moves the phone aside, pulling you into his lap as he rubs your back. “You should stop reading them, it’s only going to hurt more.” He holds you close, runs his fingers through your hair, and kisses your head softly.