"Mhm." Jigen didn't resist his touch. In fact he leaned into it, craving some connection back to the real word, to people who didn't fade like mist in the morning. "The man with the smile. We were...we were on a bridge, and laughing about something, and he lit my cigarette..."

He took a hard sniff and wiped his eyes with one sleeve, feeling them threaten to leak even though he'd swear they'd run empty by now. "I don't...there were things we said, I can't remember any of the words. But it was good. It felt so good. I felt wanted."