"I was... I..." Sheer force of habit makes Minakami mumble something and initially try to get both of them upright. This state he's in right now, of being conscious but still surrounded by the haniwa's influence, is making the nightmare interact erratically with reality: It's sundown and midnight at the same time; the waters of the Sanzu are calm and still, but also churning angrily with the false storm.

Mina stops moving completely, though, stops breathing, at Tamamori's hands on his shoulders and the close contact. Obediently, he closes his eyes, with his own hands braced on the ground. (Tamamori's new uniform barely registers, though the intrusive thought does Sutoku have a dress code now? crosses his mind.) The role reversal of the situation isn't lost on him: Is this how Tama's hallucinations have worked? That doesn't feel right. At least, he hopes it isn't.

As his pulse starts to calm down and he starts to realize where Tamamori has found him, shame starts to creep in, making him hunch inward. His voice is barely over a whisper. "I'm sorry you had to see this."

The rest of the apology comes out, despite a lifetime of reticience: "I'm sorry I couldn't get both of you."