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No, I think it is. [He tugs his shirt briefly.] Because I'd lose an important friend no matter what. I'd lose Kano who I feel comfortable around. Who plays stupid games with me and stays there when I start crying. And takes on too much by himself, but it's from the same place it comes from with me so I... I understand it. And he makes me happy, and I know it's going to hurt but I'm not afraid because that happiness will come with it again. And it's worth it.

[ Another reason they shouldn't be friends, Kano thinks, burying his face into Nightmare's scaly back, is that the Kano Yuya is comfortable around, who plays stupid games and makes him happy, that entire persona is fabricated, in the end, an act that takes so much effort and is exhausting and he keeps it up because he's a fool who just wants people to have a good time and be happy. The real him is the person Yuya saw- Shuuya who would cry at a drop of a hat, who would worry himself sick over whether somebody is angry at him, who had to grow up and be self-sufficient and rely on nobody else because there was nobody for him to trust-- that's the real him, weak and a crybaby and a screwup and Yuya's seen more of that from Kano than anybody else in the entire school, his entire life.

And still, he says that Kano is worth is.

He bows his head, and draws a breath. ]

...I'm sorry that I wouldn't tell you anything, and that I got you killed because of it. ...Twice.

[Yuya closes his eyes, reaching to wipe his eyes again but stopping short and just... deciding not to. It's fine, whatever, he cries all the time as he can hop off the bed without problem even if his vision is kind of blurry.

His feet hit the ground and then he walks up to Kano, reaching to rest his hands gently on his shoulders. Not even gripping them, so much as just laying there.]

Please... take off your illusion, Kano. [He still wants to see the face he's hiding under there. There's probably more of Kano etched on it that he even remembers.]

[ ...If that's the only apology Yuya will accept, then he has no other choice, does he? He can't look at Yuya when he does it, eyes downturned and feeling incredibly vulnerable when he takes off his illusion that he wears day in and day out like he does his black jacket and platform boots.

He isn't crying, not anymore, but there are tear tracks down his face, eyes rimmed red with dark circles underneath. There are some scars on his face, all old. His hair is matted with old sweat. The jacket he wears covers his arms up to his wrists, but he can't hide his hands because he's holding his bearded dragon; there are cuts all over his hand, the pad of his thumb on the right hand, lines across his wrist. His pants are stained with dirt, the hem of jacket torn, the shirt underneath stained with the rust of old blood. ]

[He... looks like he needs a bath, honestly. How long has the blood stain been there...?

Yuya's gaze doesn't drag over Kano's form for long, because what he's really focused on is his face. That's where his focus stays, as he moves his hands down to cup them over Kano's and hiding those scars under the warmth of his palms.

He doesn't speak up at first when Kano doesn't look at him, but when he finally does his expression is soft--still teary-eyed but with a welcoming, affectionate smile settled in his lips and a warmness in his eyes. This Kano he's just as happy to see, too, as much as he is sad that he suffers so much under it all.]

So we're clear... I'm not getting you a recoiless rifle.

[That's it, that's what he has to say with all that adoration in his expression. He may have forgiven Kano but there are still some privileges to be revoked.]

[ He is indeed in terrible need of a bath, and doesn't bother with self-care for much of the time because there is nobody to notice and to see, what with the way he can hide everything and make it not matter. His shoulders jolt when he feels Yuya's hands on his face, eyes fluttering open and mouth open, about to protest, when Yuya says that. And he breathes out a laugh, shaky and incredulous, mouth twisted in a way that's so much more awkward and shy than all his other "usual" bright cheerful smiles. ]

Aw, are you sure you don't want to back up my bad ideas?

[Yuya cracks out a laugh, that bubbles into something stronger and more ecstatic with a wide grin that's always been genuine from him as his whole posture eases.]

You've got some trust to earn back first... so let's start with the bad ideas we come up with together, okay? I'm full of them too.

[Just usually not the bad idea that results in summoning a daemon.] Don't forget there's a whole motorbike you still need to learn to drive.

[ It's not a smile that lasts very long on Kano's face, rare enough as it is that he's able to smile without the help of an illusion, but the smile shifts to his eyes that soften and finally look up at Yuya, relieved and apologetic and anxious all in one. ]

You're going to have to help me with that, Yuya. I'll wear my helmet and kneepads and everything, so... Will you forgive me?

Yeah, I'll forgive you. [There's no hesitation when he says it, and he looks at Kano's real face the same way he does when it's an illusion--happy, comfortable, easy.] Just... not again, please.

[But despite it, still a flinch of pain as he pushes the memory back. No, don't think about it right now.] So, uh, when was the last time you had a bath?

[ If he can only be forgiven one time, then he'll just have to be careful not to screw up any more. Bad ideas can still be fruitful ideas, etc etc, but now he has Yuya and everybody else to rope into them and maybe his friends' common sense will help balance out Kano's lack of. ]

Hm... [ Not answering that question. ] When was the last time it rained?

Ugh, Kano. [Yuya gags a little before pulling back to start guiding him to the bathroom for what is probably an obvious purpose.] You at least have pj's, right?

Haha, I'm wearing them!

[ No............ This is a terrible 2000th comment, I'm laughing ]

[WHY IS HE LIKE THIS...]

So do you know how to bathe yourself or do I have to call someone? [He can't even tell if that's a serious question himself.]

[ IT'S A MYSTERY ]

Eh- You don't have to go through all this trouble! We're going to go see waterfalls, aren't we??

You need soap. [Like, desperately. Hence continuing to push him into the bathroom.] Do you even remember what being clean feels like?

Yeah! Remember months ago when we fell into the river?? Or was there a more recent time—-

[ The fountain on campus with Imelda... Muddy bog waters in Scotland... Those count, he thinks. ]

[Yuya sniffs, pointedly.] Look... we're close enough in size, I'll bring you something to wear and then you can wash these clothes after you've washed yourself.

[Because regardless right now he's a mess, and right now he needs a bath.

Yuya tries to gently pluck Nightmare out of his hands.]

[ Kano lets Nightmare go, only so he can wrap his arms around himself. ]

I like these clothes. I'm not taking them off.

[ If Yuya's going to want him in the tub he's going to have to pick Kano up himself and toss him in there. ]

You probably have a whole layer of dead skin stuck to them. [Like, he's just being honest, they're probably gross as hell.] You won't even take them off long enough to take care of them?

[And himself, but Yuya can guess where asking about taking care of himself would go.]

[ Probably, but don't say it??? That's gross, Yuya. ]

Nope~ Anywhere they go, I go!!

[Yuya sets Nightmare carefully on the sink.] So what are you going to do when they fall apart?

Patch it up? How long do you think I've had this thing, Yuya?

[ Years upon years. It's an oversized jacket, even now, and it was even larger on him when he was smaller. ]

You didn't have your shirt and pants forever. [His clothes are gonna a disintegrate one of these days, but more importantly.] But you and your clothes are full of dirt and germs and that's gross.

[ Thankfully, his shirt and pants-- socks and underwear too-- are all regularly changed, but there isn't much variety in anything that he wears, similar shades and style like he just bought 3-4 of the same thing and wears them in rotation. Still better than his jacket that he's had for ages, and continues to cling to like a security blanket. ]

It's fine, it's fine~ Dirt you just sort of- [ He takes the hem of his shirt and gives it a little wave, which would presumably kick the dust off if his shirt weren't all bloody and matted in there. It's not a very old stain; the skin over his stomach is also smeared with dry blood. ]

And for germs, I'm working on a way to get rid of it!

Yeah, a bath! [Yuya snatches the showerhead from it's mount, points it at Kano, and proceeds to turn the dial on full blast.

Realistically soaking him and his clothes would just make the stench worse, but this is their stand-off now.]

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