[For a moment, seeing that familiar wavy hair and certain way of walking coming down the street all but stops Haruka's heart, and she stops pacing. Pulling one hand from her pockets, Haruka nearly reaches over to touch her. Michiru is usually the one who initiates things like that, though, so she hesitates, but then settles her fingers tentatively on Michiru's shoulder at last.]

Yeah. A lot better now.

[She's going for light-hearted, but it doesn't quite make it there.]

I thought you were dead. We were both dead.