[Suzaku puts down the knife, sitting back and glancing at his own bleeding arm, it is still bleeding, the movement of carving having aggravated the cuts but he presses his sleeve to it, his own face stoic.
He doesn't even answer the first question. He's not sure pretending things didn't happen is something either of them are capable of.
The second, it just gets a steady look.] You are not bad yourself.
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He doesn't even answer the first question. He's not sure pretending things didn't happen is something either of them are capable of.
The second, it just gets a steady look.] You are not bad yourself.