Minoru looked down at his hands. Vars could probably see the metaphorical lightbulb turn on above his head. This was one of those things you know, in your head, you probably know, but you didn’t consciously know you knew it.

“Yeah!” He exclaimed, mumbling something in Japanese he just didn’t have the right expression for, and ultimately settling on, “THAT!”

It was kind of at the core of why he was going back to school in the first place. Movement. Helping people move. It was the part he liked best about being an orderly, and as a profession, it was about as hands on as you could get.

“See it. And feel it too.”