[To be fair, Atsushi's standard of sane isn't really top quality either, with his coworkers and friends--

And he notices the way the man seems to droop at mention of his friends, of course he does. How could he not? He knows that feeling, too.]

I'm sorry. It's always lonely, being pulled away from everyone you know.

[Though something is niggling at the back of his head, still. Maybe it's just that that coat looks so ridiculously flamboyant? He lets out a breath, reaching up to scratch at his cheek.]

....I'm Atsushi, by the way. Nakajima Atsushi.

[Maybe it would feel a little less lonely, knowing at least one person by name?]