I'm sure this place will come up with plenty of reasons to fight.
[He doesn't mean for it to come out so dry, but it does, and so he reaches for the bottle hovering between them like a peace broker. In a way, isn't that what it is? The negotiation tactic. One cannot find peace at the bottom of a bottle; Yu doesn't have to know anyone who tried to be able to think that with certainty. But the wall that's been bricked between them since before Mikey left, that barrier that seemed so final just a few weeks ago... The stones begin to loosen, a bit.
Yu wonders how long it would take to pull them all down.
One sip from the bottle. He feels it behind his eyes, the faint sluggishness that tells him he'd be no good in a fight. How is that the first thing he goes to?
(Is it because he's here with Mikey?)
He-- has to get his mind away from that, far away from the dark little corners that still think overlong about what happened.]
Hence the motorcycle racing, right? You mentioned that before.
[There is a small part of him that feels a bit guilty at the conversation, because he's not as interested in the content as he is in the act of talking, of listening. Knowing that the ice between them is thick, he hopes that the steady stream of thoughts and words passing through their lips will be enough to melt it, over time.]
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[He doesn't mean for it to come out so dry, but it does, and so he reaches for the bottle hovering between them like a peace broker. In a way, isn't that what it is? The negotiation tactic. One cannot find peace at the bottom of a bottle; Yu doesn't have to know anyone who tried to be able to think that with certainty. But the wall that's been bricked between them since before Mikey left, that barrier that seemed so final just a few weeks ago... The stones begin to loosen, a bit.
Yu wonders how long it would take to pull them all down.
One sip from the bottle. He feels it behind his eyes, the faint sluggishness that tells him he'd be no good in a fight. How is that the first thing he goes to?
(Is it because he's here with Mikey?)
He-- has to get his mind away from that, far away from the dark little corners that still think overlong about what happened.]
Hence the motorcycle racing, right? You mentioned that before.
[There is a small part of him that feels a bit guilty at the conversation, because he's not as interested in the content as he is in the act of talking, of listening. Knowing that the ice between them is thick, he hopes that the steady stream of thoughts and words passing through their lips will be enough to melt it, over time.]