She practically had, really, asking him about Kritiker like she had. Did he remember anything? Of course he did, but he wasn't going to tell her about that. That would be like asking for a long-term stay in a comfy white jacket. No thanks.

He looked over his shoulder when he heard the papers hitting the floor. Yohji wasn't usually clumsy enough to manage something like that. And he didn't look so good, either. "Yohji-kun? Are you okay?"