[For a minute, Namazuo is silent, turning to stare at Leon. Then his shoulders begin to shake, and he starts to laugh.
How many days has it been since he had a reason to laugh? Too many, it feels like, and he's a little too slow in lifting a hand to press against his mouth. Leaning back, he slumps against the wall, but he's smiling even when the giggles subside.]
Ah... Leon-san is a good friend. [To Stahn, he means, if he can describe him like that.] I haven't, I'm sorry. But if I do, I'll tell him you're looking for him.
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How many days has it been since he had a reason to laugh? Too many, it feels like, and he's a little too slow in lifting a hand to press against his mouth. Leaning back, he slumps against the wall, but he's smiling even when the giggles subside.]
Ah... Leon-san is a good friend. [To Stahn, he means, if he can describe him like that.] I haven't, I'm sorry. But if I do, I'll tell him you're looking for him.