[Wiping tears or not, between the location of the encounter and the tell-tale signs (to an observant person like Atsushi, at least), it wasn't hard to guess what the long-haired man had been doing. Not that Atsushi was going to point it out. Nobody needed their grief rubbed in, least of all here.]

Yes... A few of them, hopefully.

[There were still some he hadn't found yet, in spite of prolonged searching. He wasn't actively looking anymore, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't still hoping to come across them by chance.

He offered the stranger a soft smile, half sympathetic, half self-deprecating.]

Every time I tell myself I won't come here anymore, but it just doesn't feel right to ignore everybody, even if they are asleep.