[ Things must have been pretty bad if he stopped wearing a shirt. Kiryu nods. That kind of lifestyle fits the Majima he remembers. Plus if he thinks about it now... the life they're living already doesn't make sense. It can't have made any more sense before. ]
Okay.
[ He doesn't want to say he's sorry or anything, certainly Majima doesn't need pity. But he does reach over and lay his hand over Majima's. ]
[ "I was really unhappy," he wants to tell him. he wants to tell him about the deep sense of dread he felt lingering under the surface. the anger. the sadness. but it's one thing to tell kiryu about what happened, in a factual sense, and another thing to articulate his feelings. he's been bottling them up and swallowing them down for three years now. that's not going to change just because he's got a nice boyfriend. ]
That guy had his hand all bandaged up, he must've fucked up some how
[ Kiryu writes down "older tan-suit guy" on the page where they've written down most of the people they've remembered (including hard-on-san.) He also takes a look at his hands... he really hopes he never lost a finger somehow. ]
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[ it's a big deal. ]
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Okay. I'll write it down if you want to start.
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[ where 2 start w/this existential crisis. ]
So the club I worked at was called the Grand.
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[ He is writing this down. Continue. ]
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[ He nods. Go on... ]
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Makes sense.
[ Look, he doesn't judge you for wearing a hideous jacket. ]
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The thing is, it was a...clear decision, I guess? The jacket thing.
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[ That's fine, dude. Kiryu still loves you. ]
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I told this guy I wanted to live differently. Like that nothing made sense, so I didn't need to either.
[ hence the lack of...shirt... ]
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[ Things must have been pretty bad if he stopped wearing a shirt. Kiryu nods. That kind of lifestyle fits the Majima he remembers. Plus if he thinks about it now... the life they're living already doesn't make sense. It can't have made any more sense before. ]
Okay.
[ He doesn't want to say he's sorry or anything, certainly Majima doesn't need pity. But he does reach over and lay his hand over Majima's. ]
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That guy had his hand all bandaged up, he must've fucked up some how
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How's that?
[ Give him a sec. ]
Did they cut off his finger?
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[ Kiryu writes down "older tan-suit guy" on the page where they've written down most of the people they've remembered (including hard-on-san.) He also takes a look at his hands... he really hopes he never lost a finger somehow. ]
Were you guys enemies, then?
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[ the word "enemies" doesn't feel right. "friends" doesn't either. ]
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Co-workers, then? Were you in the same family?
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I guess things don't make much sense here, either.
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I'd be okay with whatever you decide to wear.
[ So... if you decide to go snakeskin. It's cool. Kiryu loves you for you, Majima. ]
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Thanks.
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You look good in anything.
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