[ well. just the sight of a pocari bottle is enough to bring back a slew of colorful memories, rin unraveling from his hunched position behind sousuke to see what sousuke's brought. his shoulders slump, and - all at once - the tension sluices away from him. he pitches forward, resting his forehead against his palm, and --

then he's laughing softly, the sound of it pulled free from somewhere deep within. of all the things to find, he'd never thought that the sight of pocari sweat would make him feel like this. glad to be alive. glad to be here, with his best friend, who still knows him best.

he reaches down, just enough to thumb away a fleck of blood on sousuke's cheek. ]

God, I'm just -- remember that time that I asked you to get me a drink and you came back with that awful Beetle Golden Honey shit?