"Hey, .," you hear a familiar voice call behind you, "sorry I'm late."
Hisato Amori strides into view, patting you on the shoulder as he plunks himself down in the seat across from you.
"Just getting away from the base now?" you ask.
"No, I had to stop by my girlfriend's place. She wanted to check her latest translations out on me, see if they flow."
You burst out laughing. How Hisato met up with a professor of ancient Mesopotamian studies, you'll never figure out.
"I know," he says, lifting his hands in defeat. "I mostly just have to nod, but I love it when she's on fire like this."
You can't help but smile. Amori was your rock throughout the war; your bodyguard, but also a good buddy. You're very glad to have made it through everything together.
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