Gokudera is very firmly not staring at Yamamoto. They've had their fun and he doesn't intend to spoil this good time. He's not wearing pants, so he's not staring, nope... just gonna look out over the water.

He's got a strong will and closes his eyes. Focus, Gokudera. You can do this.

"They didn't control him!" Gokudera remarks, but it is kind of true. He'd stuck up for some mongrels during a riot, and so had the Tenth. There'd been plenty of violence and of course, as an Elite, the Tenth didn't face any difficult consequences.

Gokudera, however, had his powers restrained, had been drugged and taken in for questioning. He doesn't even know why they'd done that. There were no answers, honestly... he was just doing what he thought was right.

"Just... after being there a year, even I started to have my memories changed. I don't know how or why... but everything I could remember, there was no Namimori. Hibari forgot, so of course," he's proud of himself. "I had to make him remember. How fucked up is that... a Hibari not knowing Namimori..." Gokudera chews at the filter to his cigarette in mild irritation. "He broke my nose, but I'm pretty sure I convinced him."

"Yeah, just take a trip through space? Eat a bunch of food and hang out with aliens..." Gokudera sighs in comfort and folds his arms laying back on them while they pillow his hair.