Syo isn’t that concerned, but he can see the worry written plain as day on Tokiya’s face and he can feel it in the way Tokiya takes his hand and intertwines their fingers. He tries to squeeze his hand reassuringly, but he’s a bit low on strength right now. ❛ It’s okay. Every few years, they tell me I don’t have much time left. I’ve been hearing this since I was a kid. ❜ He wasn’t supposed to live past eleven, after all. Syo shrugs his shoulders and looks at Tokiya with a smile. ❛ Everyone is dying, right ? Some just do it faster than others. ❜ His words likely won’t bring Tokiya any comfort, but he can try. ❛ They’re going to take me in for surgery in a few hours. Go ahead and head back without me. I’ll call you when I wake up. ❜