With a familiar little incline of his head, he's at least providing a bit of a 'yes' to that. He still seems pretty laid back on the surface, but he's just as eager to see her again, to tell her everything he'd wanted to say before.

And, much like Mitsuru, Minato perhaps still wondered whether this was a dream or reality. But because it might vanish at any moment, he'd take this opportunity. Even if he'd taken a heavy burden for the sake of his friends - for the fate of the world - he knows he didn't feel he could do anything much else that. But the promises that he broke or took away to see it through were things he'd dimly recollect with lingering regrets. And to that end, he waved his hand as if to dissuade her worries or push his own away.

"Mn...Don't worry about it. I'm not expecting anything fancy, really. It's just...been an awfully long time. Maybe you can get yourself a new motorbike, someday, too."

Back then, it seemed awfully exciting. She offered to run away from her troubles and take him with her. But this world was awfully far away from there, right?. The camera moves a little as he takes a seat on a bench nearby, overlooking the Bay. The angle's just right, as if he's looking into it at eye level and just enough so that she can probably recognize where he's waiting. He signs off with a clipped reply, as usual...

And the smallest hint of a smile.

"...Whatever. Just rambling a bit. See you there, alright."