[ Makoto is a less predictable drunk. Overly friendly when the mood hits him, words loosened, is where most drinking nights begin. Eventually a thoughtfulness usually creeps in, especially in heavy times like these. When it becomes too much, he finds himself alone.

It's not so bad with Huaisang. Grief, he understands far more than how to play this game. He listens intently, still letting his gaze wander out away from them. It's hard not to realize now that the two of them had known one another even longer than Makoto thought. ]

Sounds like he was a really fun person. I wish I'd gotten to see one if his pranks.

... Are those your favorite memories of him?