Pascal turned his trembling eyes toward me.

“…Why… why the hell are you here!!!!”

“Good to see you.”

“I asked you—what the hell are you doing here?!”

“Hm?”

Why was he saying it like that?

It’s not like I’m some ghost he never expected to see again.
His reaction to seeing an old friend after so long was more hostile than I’d hoped, so I scratched my head with an awkward smile.