Well, it's not that. I'm not worried about your driving. I just don't have really good experiences with them.

[But he can keep that separate, he thinks. He'll try to. He can do his best? The people going on this trip aren't the people who arrived wearing suits and fake smiles and shipped him from home to home until they finally settled on someone to take him in, and they aren't his uncle who drove him to Gekkoukan that spring and never returned.

They're his friends. And he looks up at Tadashi, and for the first time in a while he meets his eyes.]

I do. I want to go.