"Is that what we are? Friends?"

"What else would you call it?"

That is a trap and he is not falling for it. He starts drinking his soup.

Mm. He'll drink his soup, too.

"Did something happen? The vibe's kind of..."

"...finish drinking your soup."

...okay. He does.

"How long have you liked me?"

—ah. Yeah. He would have inhaled his soup and made a mess if Yutaka had asked that while he was drinking.

"I didn't realise you knew."

I didn't. Not until you told me.

"It took me a while to realise."

"So that's what this is about, huh? You're—turning me down."

"That's—the primary goal here, yeah."

"'The primary goal', why do you sound like a nerd, is your boyfriend a nerd?"

"Well, yeah, that is probably why."

"Oh."

"Akira, I—"

"Spare me, Iwasaki. I don't want your, your—pity or whatever the fuck that was about to be. I'm a big boy, I can deal with being rejected."

"I'm sorry for leading you on. I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner. I'm sorry I can't reciprocate your feelings. I think you're a great guy, and I'm not, and I don't know why you'd like me, but you shouldn't. You shouldn't get hung up on someone like me—"

"Oh my God will you shut up?"

He shuts up.

"You know, you're right, I shouldn't like you, because you're a fucking idiot. And that makes me a fucking idiot too because I already knew that and I still liked you."

"Man I don't know what the fuck happened to you but I liked it better when you were cocky and kind of assholish than, than—this."

Yutaka died. That's what happened. He died. That changes you, he thinks. Not that he'd really know, he thinks most people haven't died, probably.

"But you know one thing that doesn't change, Iwasaki? Your blind spots. You're a massive asshole and a fucking idiot and you have no idea why people like you anyway and that kind of makes you more likeable."