[subaru stiffens, his lips immediately pressing into a small frown; while his gaze can only be seen from the side once it moves to the snow, there's no doubt it's the same guarded look that's always there when his father is brought up...

... particularly when subaru hasn't brought it first, not unlike with physical touches. he'll take the firework to light off, watching it spin bright yellow into cool blue against the snow. a dying star, just before it collapses in on itself.]

In the jungle with my unit. I probably climbed a tree to scout and fell, or got bitten by a snake, or contracted food poisoning from the crabs we found -- even if we cooked 'em, there's no telling where they came from. Or maybe I was shot. [it's a lot. but the main point is that he wasn't alone, though it's clear he's trying to remember what he has and hasn't told komaeda; it's been a while since they spoke of his late-father.

he shrugs, casual. trying to be, in that unbothered air he puts out when they get on the subject of stuff he doesn't want to talk about.

he doesn't know, he doesn't think about it a lot, he did when he first woke up and it's been the last thing on his mind since -- it trades off on feeling guilty instead, guilty and preoccupied with someone else.]

But that sure is a depressing topic, huh~? We shouldn't ruin Hina-chan or the Earth's birthday like that.