[They're not too far from a small sitting area, the sort with stone benches and unobtrusive water features where office workers like Heigo sometimes take their lunch breaks outdoors. It seems like it'll do the trick, so he leads the way there and sits uneasily, briefcase tucked between his feet for now.]

When I said that chatting was no way to catch up... I had no idea how right I was, did I?

[By the sounds of it, there are more things in Shuji's heaven and earth than are dreamed of in Heigo's philosophy, so how could he possibly know? All he knows for certain is that he's glad they're together, face to face, instead of poking at a touchscreen to try and find the right words.

He crosses one leg over the other at the knee, toward Shuji rather than away from him.]

I'm not even sure what to ask or how to ask it anymore.