Kouchisei paused, and inclined his head a little to the right, "It doesn't matter."
He'd never found himself having to be this open before - he didn't even talk like this with his father, not since they had begun spending more time apart after his mother died.
That needed to change, he thought.
And now here he was, drinking orange juice with a girl he wouldn't have begun to imagine he cared for. There was now a smile on his face. He felt comfortable with this change, and hoped he would continue to be. "Seeing the blue sky after being in that place fills me with joy. I feel glad to be alive."
But in all honesty he wasn't happy. The difficulty came in managing this anger he was feeling. Kozue was a useful distraction.
"Anyway, I said I was going to help. Did you bring everything?"