And he doesn't expect to be asked. A little sound escapes him—not a laugh, nor really a gasp; it's like being asked about the moon. "What a strange question."

But he touches his chin, really thinking about it. As if he should have to think about it. "You all went to the shrine for hatsumode. I couldn't make it; you know why." He'd still been in lockup that morning, not that he remembers. "But I met you the next morning. You remember, right? We met Yoshizawa-san."

All the pieces, and none of the puzzle.