[Fuyuhiko isn't really one for casual gestures of affection. But with that look on Maya's face, and those words sitting like a sigh in the air before them, he reaches across and puts his hand on her shoulder, his grip gentle and real for all she's a ghost.]

Me neither.

[He lets go, but his palm was warm while it lasted.]

Hiked all that fuckin' way, you know? [He firms his tone.] But I know at least you looked after Nozomi afterwards. Made sure she got home okay.