Just because no one here originally knew my name or who I was doesn't mean that I've been "by myself," you know.

[Except that's exactly how he feels like it's been, and he keeps looking forward as they walk. It feels a little embarrassing walking around holding hands when he knows he's just being worried about, but because of his strange desire for closeness right now, he lets it slide.

He's been keeping his hair at the perfect length, but there are other signs that he's been here for some time. A cut on his left hand that no longer needs to be bandaged but is still healing from how deep he'd gotten himself, his attire is a subtly different style than his usual thanks to the choices here, and, of course, his awkward behavior is probably a flag. He just... didn't expect this.]

That's not to say it hasn't been lonely, of course. I'm the only idol here, it seems.