Kouchisei had been sitting in the coffee house of the Sky Park a few floors underneath, reading a medical journal of discoveries and opinions; he had been watching his macchiato vanishing, emptying the cup and cooling. Wiping his mouth with the napkin his palms laid flat on the table and he pushed himself up to stand.
His fingers no longer picked the cuffs of his clothes to keep him distracted; he was no longer visibly surprised that somebody like Misaki wanted to see him here. It was out of his way and he did not feel like he wanted to help. His gaze moved, taking in the open-air park from left to right, and it was easy to find her due to the lack of people.
Arm movement? The only way he knew to keep his senses was to be quiet and listen. She could get this off her chest, and he could likely give her some good advice. But she was sitting under a tree, and those were not the manners he had been raised with. He sat down in the nearest chair and merely looked at her.
"I suppose there's a reason you got me all the way up here, so let's hear it," he said.