'...Nice weather, ' Suguru mutters beside him as they tromp through the forest past trees and undergrowth, bare feet rucking up the new layer of leaves from where they 're beginning to turn yellow and orange.

'Fucking really? ' He responds, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, the sweater Suguru 's but given to him when he wouldn 't stop shivering in the middle of the night. The first words spoken between them in two days: nice weather.

'What the hell else do you want me to say, ' Suguru grumbles, dull and tired and flat, and Satoru watches the worn path ahead of them instead of turning his head to look.

He sort of resents Shoko for kicking them out of the dorms by dragging them by the backs of their shirts to one of the engawas. Hates her just a little for chucking them out into the greenery of the forest surrounding the school, and shouting,

'you 're not allowed back inside until you 're speaking again! '