It was Reizo’s turn to fall silent. That was why she was here? He didn’t really think of her as the type to solve her problems with substance abuse, but there it was. The room was quiet except for the rattle of the yakuza boy going for handfuls of peanuts. He rested one elbow on the counter, and his chin on the heel of his palm, considering both the girl’s words and the hands that were standing at attention on the bar in front of him. He waved them off, not in the mood for drunken thumb wrestling.
“There’s no sense in worrying,” he told her sincerely, his voice making it clear he’d delivered this speech more than a few times. “The wheels are already in motion. We can’t do anything now but get ready for the fight that’s sure to come next. In the meantime, we should be enjoying ourselves.”