>"I like the sound of that."
>Back to Maison Kasodani.
>You amble after Kyouko as she leads you back to her apartment, the streets and houses blurring vaguely at the edge of your vision. How many hours now have you spent traipsing from one end of this city to the other? The steady impact of the cobbles beneath your feet feels concussive, the weight of your body leaden. Somehow, you stumble up a staircase and step inside a door she holds open.
>Kyouko's home is much as you remember it: small, cozy, tidily arranged. You spot the bellflowers you bought her, looking vibrant and cheerful beside her window; the faintest trace of a smile tugs wearily at the corner of your mouth.
>"I'll get you some fresh sheets," Kyouko says as she ducks into the bedroom, "and then you can drop right off to sleep, if you want."