It’s a comfort, now, since the rest of them are gone and only he’s left.
The photograph’s battered by now and faded around the edges, but he doesn’t mind – Tsuzuki, grinning broadly, an arm thrown carelessly around Bon, who manages to scowl and smile at the same time with amused eyes.
Tatsumi sits beside them, trying for dignity and failing, a hand frozen halfway up as he tries to pet 003, who’s teetering unsteadily on his shoulder. A smile ghosts his lips, his eyes twinkling faintly.
Watari can’t help the tear sliding down his cheek, even as he smiles back.