( He has an image, Mikazuki. Don't doxx him more than you already have.

If they hadn't just gone through such an exhausting dance with their earlier conversations, he'd be more reciprocating. It's hard to bounce back after being put on the spot and called out like he was, okay! It's frustrating how naturally Mikazuki can flit away from conversation to moment. Even Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who is also skilled at maneuvering conversation, dancing around difficult questions, has to admire that in Mikazuki, )

Just like old times, right?

( Not that he's complaining. He likes it, actually. He might even prefer the past a little more than the present-- at least back then, he'd had a little more hope. It's interesting how being around Mikazuki can bring back some of that old feeling to surface.

He shifts, leaning close to brush Mikazuki's cheek with a kiss as he rises back onto his feet, still holding his hand. )

The others should be finished with their repairs by now. ( The others who were hurt on their mission. ) They could use some surprises, don't you think?

( Their moods are probably just as rotten as his was after how things went. He'll have to cheer them up.

(Don't say he doesn't care about others; he cares more than he really wants to admit). )