By the time they return to the Hamptons Apartments, the sun is already up.
Ryoma stands by the window, hands resting lightly on the sill. Both are wrapped, hidden beneath thin medical bandages, but the dull pulse beneath them is constant, a low reminder that refuses to fade no matter how still he keeps them.
The room stays quiet longer than necessary, until Nakahara finally speaks.
"We'll need to stay a bit longer. Two days. Until the final re-imaging on your knuckles. The doctor won't clear you without it."
Ryoma nods. He'd expected as much.
"And after that," Nakahara continues, "we fly straight back to Narita."
Sera, leaning against the counter, adds, "Medical's covered. Hospital, scans. All of that. But accommodation isn't."
Ryoma exhales slowly. "So we're paying out of pocket."
"Yes," Nakahara says. "For the extra stay."
Ryoma looks back down at his hands. "That's on me."
Nakahara shakes his head once. "No. That's on us."
