[ Makoto notes the slight pause, the slow answer, but he doesn't comment on it. There's no way for him to know what exactly is being contemplated, and the response that he eventually gets has him filling in all the wrong blanks. Mate. Friend. Makoto assumes it in the British way. It's hard not to, with the accent. ]

That must be sort of nice, right? Having someone here that you know that well. It's not like I'd wish this place on anyone I know, er, knew-- but some familiarity is pretty nice, isn't it?

[ A little laugh, as slight as the joke that prompted it and just as genuine. ]

Well, if I ever find good coffee, I'll be sure to make some for both of you. I'll do my best with whatever we have around here.

You know, someday if you were ever truly in need of food, I would share too. After all, I'm already getting the feeling we'll never really know exactly what's going to happen next.

[ Strangely, Makoto doesn't sound discouraged at all in that last sentence. More optimism. Also, yes he did mirror Billy's phrasing. ]