[The snort was a reaction she was expecting. At least if it was one laced with cynicism. Perhaps he was, but his face, and his words, it's clear that wasn't all.

Makoto Tachibana though. Vietnam's eyes widen briefly; of course she knew Makoto. In his own way, he is strong, he's managed to pull her out of darkness by just offering his support. Someone who is truly kind. A lot kinder than her, she is sure. Her judgment here is only because of experience.

She wonders though, if this stranger here knew Makoto, could he be one of the friends that was so often spoken about? Makoto wanted her to meet his friends from home. Rin? Haru? Was he one of them? What would Makoto think if found him now? It doesn't matter. It's just her and him sitting here right now.]

I know Makoto. He's helped me out a lot as well. I am sure that Makoto is kinder than I am, with a strong heart. But if my own honesty reminds you of him, then I am honoured.

[She cracks a tiny smile for the first time. He's cracking, and he looks much younger than he did when she came over and sat down next to him. So she slides over a little closer, and holds her free hand out. She's no good at hugs, and even if she offered him a good, manly hug, his injured arm would probably hate them.

But also she closes the distance just so she can quietly whisper--]

You don't have to hold it all in. It's just you and me here right now.