[Tatsumi wants to hold on to his pride, not Mayoi's arm, but there's something gentle in his eyes that makes Tatsumi's resolve and stubbornness dry up immediately. His heart leaps into his throat, and in spite of himself he puts his hand on Mayoi's arm.]

The weather tends to aggravate an old injury I have. It's worse than usual, with the cold beginning to creep into the weather.

[And when he wasn't in here today, he was out wandering aimlessly. It's worn his legs out.]

Maybe you are a godsend. It wouldn't have been possible for me to walk back like this tonight without you. I'd have slept here until the weather improved.