[Akutagawa doesn't sound scared or even annoyed. No, he sounds approving. To him, that's appropriate behavior regarding someone you care about. No issues there.]
I wouldn't hurt him. He's your friend. He seems very sensible.
[Oh. Yes, that makes sense. In an emotional way, even to Akutagawa, that makes sense. To take risks for someone you care about, to put your own precious survival on the line to memorialize their life . . . He understands the value of that.]
Takiji.
. . . I still don't entirely understand how friends work. But I think that I'm glad you have him.
[He doesn't really understand how. He's never really strived to be a likeable person, so why would they be his friends? He trusts Takiji, but this is just kind of weird.]
[It's still a very new sensation, the giddy joy of making someone else happy. He ducks his head for a moment as they walk, still faintly flushed and thoughtful.]
Have you ever thought about it? Before. [Way to be vague as fuck.]
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[Akutagawa doesn't sound scared or even annoyed. No, he sounds approving. To him, that's appropriate behavior regarding someone you care about. No issues there.]
I wouldn't hurt him. He's your friend. He seems very sensible.
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[Takiji's calling Naoya an idiot is less because of that and because he said that he didn't do anything special.]
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Takiji.
. . . I still don't entirely understand how friends work. But I think that I'm glad you have him.
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Thank you. You might have friends too, after mine get to know you better.
[Since his friends like Akutagawa, too.]
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[He doesn't really understand how. He's never really strived to be a likeable person, so why would they be his friends? He trusts Takiji, but this is just kind of weird.]
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[He can't see Akutagawa trying very hard to make friends, even with Takiji's coworkers.]
...At least, my comrades will get attached to you.
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[A small, consternated frown forms between his brows.]
I don't think I'd be any good at it.
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[Especially if it's for his sake.]
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But you like them, don't you? You trust them?
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[His life, his dreams.]
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[He shrugs. It's simple math to him.]
If you trust them, then I'll try. It's safe.
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They're safe. I promise they won't bring you harm.
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. . . I made you happy. [mumblemumble]
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[He will probably continue to do that, in fact.]
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[It's still a very new sensation, the giddy joy of making someone else happy. He ducks his head for a moment as they walk, still faintly flushed and thoughtful.]
Have you ever thought about it? Before. [Way to be vague as fuck.]
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[He's not sure what else Akutagawa would mean.]
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[Honestly Akutagawa assumes nobody ever thinks about that, because why would they.]
The kind of sex your friend is worried we're having. [why exactly are you this way]
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I hope he isn't thinking that hard about what kind...
[Now he's blushing. Great.]
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[But that's not the point. He peers at Takiji suspiciously.]
What does that face mean?
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[Also they're still in public??]
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What's better?
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[He looks at Takiji, who is still blushing a little, and leans in to kiss his cheek.]
Sorry. I was just curious.
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We can talk about it later.
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[He swings Takiji's hand back and forth for a moment.]
We should talk about your other friends instead. I don't know everything about all of them yet.
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