[ Makoto follows his gaze as Tenn speaks, as if he can picture it despite only knowing the faces of a few of them. TRIGGER, Riku, though it's hard for him to picture Ryunosuke without his outfit from the DVD cover spilling beer on Tenn. ]

Sometimes those are the best ones though. The little moments.

[ Quiet follows as he sifts through the number of memories he revisited, followed by a thoughtful hum. ]

My mom taught me Chinese when I was younger. Actually, I never wanted to learn it. [ His laugh this time is wistful, less soft but not lacking in fondness. ] I managed though. That's all the memory was, just us speaking in Chinese.

Sorry, that's probably a lame one to pick.