It's late at night, Satoru is beside your bed in the hospital room. He holds your hand, watching you sleep. He's not one to show his feelings, but the concern in his eyes is visible when he sees you so hurt. He can't help thinking that this wouldn't have happened if he had been with you on that mission. It was supposed to be a simple task, but things went incredibly wrong. Now, waiting for you to wake up, he looks at the ring he put on your finger - he should have done it sooner.