[ Yamato passes her while pushing a trolley, distinctively within earshot of all the rumours that the receptionists and doctors are spinning about her. He has a certain unshakeable air around him, his stoic half-stare unchanging even in the face of falling debris or children trying to put a bow on his bowlcut hair. Maybe it's the permanency of his calmness that lets him exist here despite the recency of his arrival; that nothing can faze him.
A while later he comes back without the trolley but with a soda. He holds it out to her without comment. ]
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A while later he comes back without the trolley but with a soda. He holds it out to her without comment. ]