[ There was a definitive moment in which she paused, stopping to consider what he'd said as her gaze quickly cut back to him in an instant. A parallel timeline? So he wasn't the one she knew but a different one entirely? ]

That would explain the clothing you're wearing now...

[ Futaba shook her head at that, refusing to let go right now because it still was just sinking in that all of this was inherently real. That and she'd realized when his hand had touched hers, that it had been shaking slightly. ]

It doesn't matter right now. You're here and you're alright. Don't you dare up and disappear again, got it? [ Ugh being emotional sucks. Especially since it's hitting her full force, throat tight and the corners of her eyes prickling with what she was sure was tears. ] I'm tired of losing people that matter to me.

Teammate or not, you still meant something to all of us.