[Already, there's a part of Yamaguchi that knows damn well—has forgotten, perhaps, since the start of this conversation, but still knows—that he shouldn't let himself feel so happy to hear Sakeguchi say those few, simple words. What does he think he's doing, grasping desperately to regain a total stranger's approval like some lost puppy? He has a family now, a job. An important one. He hasn't got the freedom or the time for outside fraternization.]

...Right! Definitely, yes! I-If you wanted it, that is, I'll tell you– [his fingers tighten guiltily for a moment, twitching around on the prepaid business cell phone still in his left hand; that's not the phone number he'll be able to give away] –or, I can get yours and then text you, later?

[Yamaguchi doesn't believe he's ever made a real friend (a real connection to anyone) on his own before. Someone met outside of a group, who wasn't obligated to like him just because they were on the same team. With the obvious exceptions of Tsukishima and Shimada, both of whom Yamaguchi all but had to wear down at first to accept his company...'Sakeguchi Tadeo' may well be it. It's stupid and maybe pathetic that Yamaguchi can't just let it go, but...]