[He can nearly hear Kaneki's panicking over the slight silences before he responds, and the worry in his voice. ...His best friend really was messed up, wasn't he? His stomach felt like it was made of stone, but he answers with that same tone--positive, supportive.]

Where the well used to be there. I'll be there in no time at all; so don't keep me waitin' alright, buddy?

[A public place--one that was close to where he already was. After hanging up the phone, he takes no time in collecting up his headphones and jacket, heading to the spot the other had told him.

Upon approaching, the view of the other in the slight distance, he's already waving, an arm over his head--]

...Talk about a drastic change in hairstyle, bud. A new style you're trying out?