You stay. You look at what is where her face used to be, and you keep looking until the meat becomes a shape you can nod at.

It takes eleven minutes the first time. The next time, nine.

Yoh talks about her sister, and her job, and she asks after your head, and you answer all of it correctly.

YohYou're doing the thing again. Where you're somewhere else.

You tell her you're fine. She looks at you for a long moment and then says, quietly: come back to mine.

Her flat smells like her. Her hands on your face are wrong and warm and she is your oldest friend.