From the moment he'd arrived, Kouchisei had been unnerved - not of himself because he was satisfied that he was well, but that voices were constantly whispering, to the extent he misheard their words to be about himself. People had to find entertainment in something, so it was natural he kept himself out of the flow of traffic and walked alongside the wall, stopped only when he heard a name that made him realise it wasn't about him at all.
It was someone he knew. He turned, and glared before he was ready to speak. More people walked past. A few stared at them. He shifted slightly, uncomfortable but not afraid of talking. He made himself relax, not wanting to show his anger the way he had at the beach, and then walked over.
"She'll know all about it if you stand here talking about it," he commented, and lifted his arms as if trying to move them on. He was looking around, as if hoping nobody else would see him act like this.