Hakkai's voice doesn't sound quite right, and Gojyo's pretty sure he knows why. I remembered, he wants to say. I know who we were, it's fine. I was wrong before. It's fine. But that's the punchline to today's talk, not the intro. There's too many things he needs to confirm first.

Still. A bit of a show can't hurt, right?

"Sure," he agrees amiably, straightening up and shrugging out of his jacket and long-sleeved shirt without the slightest shred of modesty. He's not as sexy as he thinks -- skinniness aside, he's in real need of a shower. A trickle of ice water rolls down his spine and he twitches, swearing under his breath as he bends back over.

Hakkai always comes to his rescue, doesn't he? Every time he's asked, Hakkai's come running, even if they'd been fighting. Even when he asks for something that Hakkai clearly doesn't want to do, like this, he's never said no. Not unless it would put Gojyo in danger.

He's been really unfair to the man, Gojyo thinks. He's got his work ahead of him, mending all these bridges. "Is this good?"