[ And that brings him to a standstill, trapped between laughing it off and questioning his sanity, because as far as mental leaps go, this is as far out there as it goes. In the end, he's only able to half-dispel the nervous hitch of a chuckle in his throat, scrubbing at his face like he can wipe off his perturbation with just a swipe of his palm. ]

... It isn't just a feeling for me, either. I really think you're someone I know.

[ But he's caustic, he's unwinding: Makoto's discomforted and relived by Haru's words at once, and the tumbling contradictions in him make for a cocktail of bad decisions and worse outcomes. ]

If I could prove it to you right now, I would.