"Maybe you don't."

"Towa," he says, his voice dropping a few degrees.

He takes the one step needed to close the distance between them, holding his cigarette out to the side and bringing his face inches away from Fujieda's. "What are you going to do about it?"

At that he lets out a long breath and his anger fades away. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Tch." Towa looks away. "I know. That's why I have to look for other people to do it."

"...are you trying to blackmail me?"

He laughs mirthlessly before looking at Fujieda again. "Weird kind of blackmail. No. I'm just saying."

"That's not—fair—"

"Now is not the time."

"—Towa!"

"Are you angry with me? Finally?"

Deep breath. "At home. Let's talk about this at home. I really don't have time."

"Do you have time for a quickie? Slam me against a wall, take out your frustrations on me? It wouldn't hurt me that much."

"We're not doing this. I'm not doing this. I wanted to—" He cuts himself off.

...that was unexpected. "Wanted to?"

"...let's go back to the table. I'll tell you there." And this time he resolves to walk back regardless of what Towa does.

Towa senses this, and follows.

Their food is waiting for them there, getting cold. After he sits back down he pulls his bag up again and starts rummaging through it.

...curious. Towa sits across the table from him and waits.

He finds the documents he was looking for and places them on the table then slides them over to Towa. "I got your documents."

...?

"For the mainland. Birth certificate and national ID and passport."

"I don't need that."

"You'll need it if you ever want to travel."

"I don't."