Their years, yes. Nanami holds out hope for the second years, perhaps even the Kyoto second years since Muta is here. There's a few others he wouldn't mind seeing show up, but given how many of them are here, that starts to sound greedy. "It was good to catch up with her. She hadn't seen me since, well, since you died." That time in between.

He looks back over his shoulder, gaze a little hungry upon landing on the suit. Practice, practice on handling it. "I'll do it," Nanami says, "I'll show you how to properly hang up a suit."