Makoto sees it out of the corner of his eye, someone darting into an alleyway in Shibuya. Heading closer to examine, it seems like that boy that had been destroying things in Shinjuku. He's all curled in on himself. Makoto hasn't done that since he was a child, right after his parents died, but he does recognize the terror that he sees in the other's body language.

Rushing down the alleyway he looks down at the boy. God he's paler than the last time Makoto saw him. "You alright? You don't have to speak at all if you don't want to."