Souji can always goddamn tell, can't he? He sees that slump to his shoulders, and hates how powerless he feels.

Because what can he do? How can he possibly soothe him? Comforting Souji was, for a long time, very physical. Not sexual, at least not until the end and not necessarily even then, but intimate all the same, and he's a stranger now. He can't reach out and touch his cheek, or wrap an arm around his shoulders -- Hell, knowing Souji, the attempt might get him seriously hurt. But without it, how can he help?

"I'm not upset. Don't worry about a thing like that." Anything was going to upset him at the moment, he felt sure. The differences were bad, and the similarities were worse.

"I'll make one thing clear. Whatever you remember and whatever you forget, I'm here."