[ He doesn't expect his hand to be taken, and his fingers twitch lightly. The Port Mafia was like any other organization; there were unspoken rules that must be followed, and one was a need to keep a certain polite distance.That left little room for affection.

Dazai pushes that aside, looking down and then up again. ]

Not very long. I'm still trying to collect my bearings.

[ He lifts his free hand and gives a light little wave that says the same as usual. His mind never stops really, and so he's already started investigating and plotting things out. ]

What about you? You're no longer beholden to to the Port Mafia, nor can your past haunt you... If you wanted to, you might be able to lead a relatively normal life here.

[ It's too soon to say, but that seems like a real possibility thus far. ]