[Yoshiki tilts his head. He hears... something. It's almost too big to be audible, or maybe it's too small to be. Maybe it's the many stars outside, emitting wavelengths from millions of light-years away. Maybe it's the vibration of antimatter itself. Whatever it is, it's enough to put him on edge and over the edge--]

Oh, gross, dude.

[Drooling...?! Could be that's his punishment for running so far away.]

It's your job to do the laundry while I'm not around, you know. [He has to say it through clenched teeth, but not because he's enraged. He's just using them to help tear open the first of the energy bars. He adds, warily,] I showed you how to use the washing machine, but we can go back over it if you don't remember.

[The wrapper flutters away, out of sight, and he peers at his scrumptious-looking prize.]

Asahi Choco Protein Bar. Supposed to be, uh... filling. Hopefully. I'm about to starve.

[If they were still at home, Link would be springing up and going into the kitchen right about now, or ordering takeout for him, or pulling snacks out of nowhere. The energy bar is a poor substitute for even one of Link's weird little "experiments," but the taste is still incredible for being so sweet. Really, this whole photography workshop is a poor substitute for another evening at home. This bed is garbage for being empty and cold. This weak connection over the phone... Yoshiki bites down and chews ravenously, almost forgetting himself. He'll have to apologize later, that's all. When all is said and done.

At least he can offer this much for Link's peace of mind:]

I miss you so damn much.

[...He doesn't seem to notice the unnaturalness of his own voice. The indescribable longing.]