Not terribly long ago that had been him - plopping down somewhere on the shore, trying to make sense of things. Even now there's something about being by the water. It's strange. On the other hand, having been claimed might be making all the difference here.

So he walked along the water, sand crunching under his boots, hands in his pockets. Shinjiro was still wearing his beanie, too. That much wasn't changing anytime soon. He needed space to think, still. About - well, everything. It wasn't until he'd almost reached the log Umi had sat down on that he even noticed she was there. Talk about spacing out.

He blinked at her. A few days ago, he'd scoffed and snapped at people for asking as much, but still: "'Re you okay?"

What a dumb question. But what else did you ask?