[As Atsushi rises, he expects that she may have left. He wouldn't have blamed her. His confession did imply that he was a danger to her safety and it's only logical to get away from that kind of person. And yet, he lifts his head and sees that she's chosen to stay.

Maybe he should feel bad. Maybe he should explain how his warped healing works, let her know of the risks, and accept his karma. But instead, his shoulders relax and he looks briefly relieved---

And then whoops. He sees those tears and tenses up all over again. This time with concern and while searching his pockets for a handkerchief. Which pocket did he put that in?]

Not at all-- I mean. Wait. Yes, I should be thanking you. [He manages to retrievehis handkerchief, glad that he hasn't lost it. This was expensive; It's got a rabbit stitched into the thin white fabric. He'd bought it thinking of Kyouka, then remembered he can't give it to her.

Now, he holds it out to Inaba. Her face looks painfully sad and he knows he has no words to fix it. This is the best he can do.]

I wasn't using my head. If you hadn't gotten the words out, we might have... [Right. Death is a sensitive topic in general, but he now knows it's especially hard for Inaba. He wonders how she must have felt when faced with watching another stranger die. The thought drives him to hold the handkerchief out more firmly.]

Thank you. Really. Here.