[ Naoto put his hands on his hips and a tilt of his head as he listened to Stella’s woes on homesickness. He can’t say he understands, as losing your family and home at a young age makes you grow up a lot faster than one should. He couldn’t even comfort her about her feelings about her phone—he knew he would never find anything from home that would cause such a reaction like the one Stella was having now.

Naoto pushes aside those horrid feelings of jealousy away, knowing that at least some of the blame lies on him and his lack of actually trying to make friends. He hums before he replies. ]

I can understand that, in a way. [ He doesn’t, but he’s trying. ] This place pretty much leaves you thinking about the people you care about and how they are, given how everything else is frozen in time.

[ He decides a change of subject is better than continuing on. ] Anyways, I just wanted to ask about your music—could you share the titles for it? They’re really good.