He nods once, acknowledging the difficulties he sees in Shotaro, having to take it in. He's sure that there is something he should be saying, about the difficulties that men go through to become strong... Something to refer back to those detectives in those books that Shotaro idolizes so. He knows that noir detectives come to their stoicism and stubbornness honestly, the way that he did. But recalling Philip's tendency to mock Shotaro for being soft-boiled wouldn't do either of them any favors.

The coffee is finally finished. It's a little bit of a relief. He pours himself a cup and then offers to pour Shotaro's. "Sooner or later the nightmares don't come as much. And you can remember them without the sadness clouding your feelings." He touches his necklace with two fingers, without seeming to notice that he has.

He repeats something he's read in a book, since he's begun to actually process his grief in a functional way. "Everyone grieves in their own way, Hidari. I would have lashed out even if I had someone to rely on. Even if I had no one to take vengeance on. Allow yourself to be sad. It is a natural feeling to have."