"Why am I here?" Haru asks himself for the umpteenth time. He wouldn't come to the bar with her today if he hadn't heard her crying on the phone. "Why I am I always dragged when you fight with him?"
"Haru." Iori wraps her arms around his waist. "He hates me. He really hates me. What should I do? If I didn't take that interview, I would have been stuck in that city forever. I wanted to come back here because this city is my home. Both you and Takeshi are here. Life was so lonely there without both of you."
"I get it. I get it." Haru moves his head back and pushes her face filled with mucus and tears. "Tell me the details."
"What happened is…" Iori tells him with a meek voice. When she sees Haru glaring at her, she puts her head down and cries louder. "I am sorry."
