You were sitting beside him. On the cold, hard floor.

It was a late night of June. Storms scattered around the neighborhood, the lonely curtains flapping eagerly against the glassless windows. Some empty packets of snacks were left beside you two.

The conversation was lighthearted some minutes ago. As the rain continued pouring, and the snacks emptied, quietness enveloped the ever blinking room of the storm.

Uncomfortable? No. However the thoughts that occured on both of their minds, matched the kilo per hour wind's strength.

Satoru was looking over at the window, seemingly lost in thoughts, leaving a room open for you to speak. Or not.