Michiko's POV
"Drink this" Thea holds a glass of water against my lips while the poor store clerk kept running back and forth frantically asking if I was okay, if I needed anything, if there was someone she could call, Mahito had the decency to sulk in the corner while Thea rubbed circles on my back
She caught me when I nearly face planted into the Tatami mat, apparently I was so shocked I forgot to breathe, pitiful, if Hamada-san could see me now he would have laughed in my face, that throaty laugh where his eyes wrinkled at the ends and his belly bounced, he is a happy man, was a happy man
"How did he pass?" I asked and the clerk froze, her eyes dart to Thea in a silent plea for approval, I don't blame her, I nearly passed out at their front porch when she told me, everything after the words 'Hamada-san passed' was muffled by my own crushing feelings of guilt "....I want to know how he passed, please" I begged and she sighed
