[It isn't a kiss, but it feels just like one. Sakamoto's arms curve around his friend's torso instinctively, and though he's staring right in the direction of his onlookers, the many faces of the friends who have come to be family, he doesn't see a thing.

What an unnecessary reaction this is, unnecessary but wonderful. Some would say that about Sakamoto's happiness- He finds joy in such little things, it almost seems ridiculous.]

You'll be alright, Zura.

The people on this ship are good.

[You included.]

I know ya don't like space, but home-

[He blinks, as if he's carefully considering is words.]

I guess it's different for everybody! Ah, home... For me, it's more of a feeling than a place.

[The Kairinmaru is not Japan, but it has a heart of its own. A heart that rivals that of an entire country, but to be fair, these people are born from it.]

I'll do my best to make you feel comfortable.