Togusa is listening patiently as he gently reaches out to touch Dante's arm. Best he's got is the first aid training that came with the job, so he can only determine so much, but he'll give it a try. Fingers run along the bones, only the slightest pressure to feel them. Sharply looking for physical bruising.

"You and Sora were helping each other," Togusa emphasizes. "Why is that the part of the memory I'm having the hardest time believing?" Smartass. But he has finally had a longer talk with Sora and understands that just because the two have memories of each other, Sora doesn't give Dante the sort of leeway about his attitude that other people to (Togusa included).

Togusa's fingers stop at a specific point midway along the bone that feels weaker. "Here?"