“Hey,” Katsuko said, gently. “It’s fine. You can’t have the good without the bad. You don’t need to leave stuff out for me. Have you ever told anyone about Haruko?”

Genma glanced at her. "Told them what? I mean, my friends all pretty much know I used to have two sisters. I don't really talk about them a lot, though."

She wasn’t good with words or feelings. She stabbed people for a living; mastery of social situations wasn’t exactly a job requirement. Still, it was Genma. If nothing else, maybe he’d be able to understand what she was trying to say.

“I...” she looked down at the table, struggling to come up with the correct words. “It’s... good. To talk about things, you know? Helps get some of the bad memories off your chest. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but... I’m here. If you want to.”

Genma tilted his head to one side, smiling slightly. One scarred hand rubbed at his forearm, an embarrassed flush staining his cheekbones. "Um. Thanks. You too. I mean, if you want someone to talk to. Or whatever. I won't even make fun of you for putting sugar in your tea."

Katsuko snorted. “Not even a little bit?”

"Maybe a little bit."

“Well,” Katsuko said, comfortably. “I guess I can live with that.”

His smile widened. "You want to hang out until Raidou gets back? We could play hanafuda."

After a moment, Katsuko grinned back. “Sure,” she said. “I’d like that.”