[ Maybe it's because it's been a very tense, and frighteningly emotional two weeks for him. Maybe it's been because it's just been one realization after another: how much Rhiannon had become home, how highly he'd regarded Jessiah Vice as an individual, that fucking clock above Hikaru Shinta's head, celebrating his birthday, seeing his boys again -- realizing how important and valuable he was to people he actually gave two shits about and being granted all these responsibilities he hadn't realized he'd wanted so badly to have. And then having to deal with the uncomfortable absence of that one friend who just seemed to get him as he was, as he could be and more.
He's trying to logic his way out of it. There was Gabriel. There was the Board of Directors at Rhiannon. There was doing right by his sister and by the blade he now led. There was Cisco Montelibano-Profaci coming to speak with him about that brief encounter during Hikaru Shinta's 28th Life Cycle.
He's shaking a little as he looks up, because he's thinking back to that apology -- that goddamn apology, over and over at the club. To that hurt look on Hikaru's face that he didn't understand right after he'd said: Isn't that what friends are for? on that bench, right outside Balamb. ]
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He's trying to logic his way out of it. There was Gabriel. There was the Board of Directors at Rhiannon. There was doing right by his sister and by the blade he now led. There was Cisco Montelibano-Profaci coming to speak with him about that brief encounter during Hikaru Shinta's 28th Life Cycle.
He's shaking a little as he looks up, because he's thinking back to that apology -- that goddamn apology, over and over at the club. To that hurt look on Hikaru's face that he didn't understand right after he'd said: Isn't that what friends are for? on that bench, right outside Balamb. ]