"I'm only a year older," Kita retorts mildly. "You played with some of 'em."

It's not ancient history.

As they turn a corner, green and white station signs appear. A train rumbles, shaking the sidewalk. Kita realizes in all this, he never asked where they were heading. Not in the usual detail. He just... went with things. Let Osamu make the plans.

How disconcerting.

"Sorry, shoulda asked - How far we goin'?"