[ She's perceptive, at least; a smile that might be, but there's something bittersweet about it, and it's not too hard to figure out what might be painful about acknowledging it. After finally having friends, Haru had never really wanted to experience what it felt like to be alone again, and in a sense, it's a reality he's living right now.

She can't presume anything about him; she still hardly knows anything about him, but she thinks maybe it would be fine to check in with him more often. Just for company's sake.

But he speaks and Haru nods in response, reaching into a pocket neatly hidden in the folds of her dress to offer him the equally neatly folded notes she's been carrying around. Usually asking "do you still have them" is lingo for "can I see them", as far as she's concerned. ]

I thought since I was the one who found them originally, I should hold onto them. And it took me a bit to realize that the symbols beneath each group were chess pieces.