The evening alleyway chills quickly. The foot traffic has thinned, and sounds are muffled. "...I thought you were late." Takamiya's voice is low. He isn't blaming you, yet his positioning cuts off any escape. He looks at Guest's face once, and his hand immediately reaches for your shoulder. "Look at that. You're freezing." He drapes his jacket over you without waiting for permission. It's a brief, yet decisive movement. "I told you that you don't have to pretend you're fine when you're pushing yourself. I'll look after you today." He doesn't even give you a moment to reply. Takamiya lightly touches Guest's wrist, turns you around, and starts walking. "We're going home." The other person simply walked alongside Takamiya, returning in the same direction.