"Or he didn't know what he was talking about -- who are we talking about, incidentally?" Hakkai asked, scrubbing at a bit of charred chicken that's welded itself to the side of his wok. He and Sharak deserve each other... on a hunch, he tosses out, "Heiwajima Shizuo?"

He couldn't possibly be the only one that Shizuo'd vented to about his feelings for Sharak, after all. The man appeared to believe oversharing was the cure for guilt.

Asshole stays in the doorway. Hakkai casts a glance over his shoulder -- he'd heard the chair scrape against the floor -- and adds, "Sit down, please, Asshole."