Satoru listens to all of this, brow furrowed with hurt, concern, and confusion. Some of it makes sense to her, some of it doesn't. She doesn't remember ever canceling on Suguru, but maybe that's because, like she said, she doesn't remember things that way. In her mind, Suguru had been just as busy, and it hadn't been a big deal when they'd had to reschedule. Now, she's (relatively) mature enough to understand that it might not have been that simple. Of course she'd been the busier one, since she'd been the more popular one, so it made sense that she might not realize that when she had a conflict, Suguru might not have three other things lined up.

"Why didn't you tell me any of that?" Satoru asks, confused as to why Suguru couldn't have just said as much back then. But at least she's starting to get enough of the real story to confirm her new theory, that her Suguru was real and bitchy Suguru was an act. She reaches out her arms, an open invitation for a hug if Suguru wants to climb into her embrace, but not really expecting that she will.