[He instinctively tenses when he reads those words, trying to make sure his eyes don't give too much away. It... isn't like he hasn't shared that information with an acquaintance before, just out of the blue.
No, he suspects it's more a matter of... the physical affection. All those hints of how needy he was, how desperate for affection, how he craved it. But then, maybe it was covered up by the nature of the drink. Even if he had said some damning things...
He takes another measured sip to contemplate his response, setting the teacup down delicately.]
I appreciate that. And the offer as well. Though my story tends to be something of a drag, so it's something I prefer not to recount too much.
[Even if it constantly haunts his subconscious.]
I'm more interested in yours. You said you're the manager of a cabaret, correct? I wasn't aware the profession held such an element of danger.
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No, he suspects it's more a matter of... the physical affection. All those hints of how needy he was, how desperate for affection, how he craved it. But then, maybe it was covered up by the nature of the drink. Even if he had said some damning things...
He takes another measured sip to contemplate his response, setting the teacup down delicately.]
I appreciate that. And the offer as well. Though my story tends to be something of a drag, so it's something I prefer not to recount too much.
[Even if it constantly haunts his subconscious.]
I'm more interested in yours. You said you're the manager of a cabaret, correct? I wasn't aware the profession held such an element of danger.
[He gestures loosely at Majima's face.]