| [Sep. 20th, 2009|06:21 pm] |
"You're not making them worse," Genma said slowly. "And it's not really your job to fix things for me, is it? I mean, sure, you fix my injuries, but that's because you're a medic. That's not the same as, as I don't know, as fixing me." But that wasn't really what Haruichi had said.
"We are friends, aren't we?" he asked. "I mean, friends carry each other's loads for them sometimes. Or I would. If you'd let me." And that was way too much touchy-feely stuff, even for Genma. He knocked back his drink in a gulp, refilled it, and looked levelly at Haruichi.
"How come you're falling apart? What happened?"
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