[Makoto didn't move very quickly, but when the other embraced she wrapped her arms around and sagged a little, everything felt so heavy. Her hair and clothes still smelled slightly like the smoke from the bonfire, as well as a slight scent from the drinks. She hadn't been back at the hotel long, and Atsushi hadn't come back to the room yet either. There was a single bedside lamp on but otherwise it was dark.]

I said I'd always put others first. I hurt you though, how can I make it up to you?