They step out of the hospital into the early afternoon light, the hours of tests and waiting finally behind them. The breeze is cooler now, shadows stretching longer across the pavement as they stand beneath the pickup canopy, waiting for a taxi to pull in.
Nakahara rubs his neck, exhaustion etched into every line of his face, then turns to Sera. "Take him home. Make sure he actually rests."
But before Sera can respond, Ryoma lifts a hand in protest. "I'm fine. I'll rest, I get it. But I don't need to be chaperoned like a kid."
His voice is steady, almost annoyingly normal. "You two should head back to Mt. Takao. Okabe and Ryohei are in good momentum. Don't mess that up because of me. And Kenta… he's the one standing on the edge of his career right now. You should worry about him more than me."
