[Tsurumaru might pretend it was only to surprise him, but that, too, is easy enough to see through. They're too similar, after all, and just like Tsurumaru would always let him stand right at the edge only to pull him back, Souza would let Tsurumaru go just far enough, would clearly indulge him, but would be the necessary voice of reason as often as he needed to be.
It's frustrating, how they enable one another only to stop at the last, most necessary second, but oddly enough, it's a comfortable sort of frustration. There's no malice in what they do, after all, and it might be selfishness that makes them keep one another close, but that's fine, too. No one would begrudge them for longing for happiness, or wishing happiness on each other.
But he'll still shoot down Tsurumaru's faked reasons every time.]
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[Tsurumaru might pretend it was only to surprise him, but that, too, is easy enough to see through. They're too similar, after all, and just like Tsurumaru would always let him stand right at the edge only to pull him back, Souza would let Tsurumaru go just far enough, would clearly indulge him, but would be the necessary voice of reason as often as he needed to be.
It's frustrating, how they enable one another only to stop at the last, most necessary second, but oddly enough, it's a comfortable sort of frustration. There's no malice in what they do, after all, and it might be selfishness that makes them keep one another close, but that's fine, too. No one would begrudge them for longing for happiness, or wishing happiness on each other.
But he'll still shoot down Tsurumaru's faked reasons every time.]
Am... I supposed to have been?