[Ogata considers this. That is what people do, he supposes. His grandparents hadn’t been particularly warm, and having been an unexpressive child there had bern scant few instances when they had felt the need to comfort him. More vividly he can remember the one time Yuusaku had hugged him. He had hated it, but that had been more due to everything that had been said preceding it. He looked at Sayori’s hand and decided it was probably soft and warm the same way Maya’s had been.]
I wouldn’t know. [Is what he settles on, before deciding to change the subject as he gestures at the hand holding the photograph ,]
no subject
I wouldn’t know.
[Is what he settles on, before deciding to change the subject as he gestures at the hand holding the photograph ,]
What’s that you have there?