"Ah... Of course." Saguru smiles, a little strained around the edges, but more geniune than any smile he's offered another person in years.

"I've spent quite some time in Japan since--"

-since you died.

Saguru stops himself, startled by the lack of control he has over himself. Can this boy -really- be affecting him this much, just by the way he looks?

"My apologies," he says. "I seem to be somewhat out of sorts."