It's a rather insane situation. he has no idea how that happened... he does, but he is very confused about it.

Fuchi was alive, breathing, even smoking right now. even though he shouldn't be here. He should have drowned a long time ago. But right now, he was doing.... sort of... okay? Of course not as good as he would want it to be but he didn't feel as depressed and down. January now. The new year has passed. Christmas passed. ....and he was still here. so surprising.

But the most surprising thing is he wasn't even alone. He was standing near Tobi, smoking his cigarettes on the balcony in comfortable silence. It should be awkward.. he should not be accepted at all. Fuchi does not deserve it. But right now... he can't even bring himself to think about it too much. The cold winter air made him shiver a bit but he focused on the smoke and the night city below them.

He looked at the guy beside him. the one who pulled him out of the ocean. The one who called him. The one who's still here even though Fuchi was the mess he was. His heart ached with gratefulness, and he exhaled softly

"...Tobi. ...thank you. For.. all that.."

It's been the hundredth time he thanked him. he didn't care.