[Ken's already by the vespa when Jaime arrives, the bright orange bike parked by the curve outside his house. Ken's just big enough to drive it if it wanted to. He sits sideways on the seat, white helmet resting on his lap, and he looks up quietly as his friend approaches.
Wally wasn't someone he knew well. He can understand the loss because every imPort understands this sort of loss after a while, but for Ken, his last major one was Minato weeks ago. He never broke down over that one; he wouldn't consider himself numb to the sadness, but it doesn't gouge a hole in him as much as it used to. He just smiles at Jaime, who is someone he still has left, genuinely relieved that they're still able to meet up like this.]
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Wally wasn't someone he knew well. He can understand the loss because every imPort understands this sort of loss after a while, but for Ken, his last major one was Minato weeks ago. He never broke down over that one; he wouldn't consider himself numb to the sadness, but it doesn't gouge a hole in him as much as it used to. He just smiles at Jaime, who is someone he still has left, genuinely relieved that they're still able to meet up like this.]
Hi Jaime-san. Crazy present, don't you think?