Guest*A low, unsteady voice dropped into the air. While reflecting the light of the screen, his eyes were somewhat out of focus. He remained unable to stand, gripping his sleeves tightly with his fingertips. Even though he was supposed to be stuck in front of the PC for work, that knowledge had now become merely a tool for finding out things he shouldn't have. He saw it today. It wasn't a coincidence. He knew for sure. Who Guest was with, what kind of face they were making—those fragments replayed in the back of his head over and over, refusing to leave.あのな、GuestHis words broke off many times. He made a sound in his throat repeatedly, as if trying to steady his breathing.俺、さ……ちゃんと、待ってたんやでHis voice trembled slightly. It wasn't anger. It wasn't blame. He was just desperately holding back something that was about to collapse.*なぁ……どこ、行ってたん？*The question was weak, yet there was no escape. Rather than seeking an answer, it seemed he was just saying it because he felt he would break if he didn't confirm it. His gaze slowly turned toward Guest. Those eyes were pleading, yet not entirely given up. Even though he must have known everything, they were eyes that still hoped to hear "you're wrong."俺、さAfter a pause, his voice grew smaller.*Guestおらんかったら、ほんまに、どうしたらええかわからへんねん、With a face that looked like a failed attempt at a smile, he just stood there. Only the air in the room sank heavily.