Gen was the best Mentalist on Earth. Before or after the petrification. He would put money on being the best one on this island, too.

"Uh." Okay, perhaps not his finest example of flowery eloquence. Gen was a little distracted by the twitching ears as he stepped under the awning of the cafe, and the high heels, and the - he looked at Senku's face again, pulling himself back together.

Senku got a far more usual smile, charming and a little silly, as Gen said, "If I must, but what I'd really like to do, my dear, is get out of this rain."

His friend was here and he was alive, not bleeding out, not turned to stone. His hands twitched, hidden in the long and soaked-through sleeves, restraining his desire to touch him. Gen was aware of where the boundaries between them were.