[RL with Sunao and Arashi] // We owe him that much
Sorata sighed as he sat at the sidewalk cafe, his hands laced behind his head. For once, his usual cheerful expression was replaced with one of serious contemplation, and anyone that knew him knew that it meant that things were getting serious. He didn't know exactly how to word what was going on, but Sunao had a point, they had to explain at least a little bit what was going on. He owed him at least a few things.