He nodded, eyes bright. “For when I sleep here. So I won’t miss my room.”
He shrugged. “I like things that don’t get lost when I move around.” shinseki no ko to o tomari dakara de watana
There was no need to parse that confession; the whole truth rested in it. He had packed the little boat to fill the absence—an absence of a familiar room, the hum of his own nightlight, the soft authority of his mother’s voice. The boat was a talisman against dislocation. He nodded, eyes bright