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"Hey…Hisoka?"
"What is it?"
"I, um…I apologized to Hijiri, but I…didn't to you."
"To me?"
"Well, I mean, I did…you know."
"Yes…I know."
"So, I wanted to say it. I'm sorry."
"Whatever."
"No, not "whatever". I did a completely shitty-ten-thousand-times-over thing to you and you should be tearing me a new one."
"Oh for fuck's sake…look, Tsuzuki. You were possessed. That's not your fault. And besides which, I knew what I was getting into."
"There's no way you could've known I'd…"
"What? Hack me up with a machete? I had a feeling he'd pick a gruesome way to off Hijiri. Besides, three minutes of that was nothing compared to three years in the hospital."
"No, I mean…the other thing."
"Oh."
"Hisoka?"
"No…I didn't expect that."
"I just thought that…the whole thing…might've reminded you of…of…when you were thirteen. So I wanted to apologize."
"Forget it."
"I can't just forget it. You're my partner, I'm supposed to look out for you, and I was halfway to rapin—…"
"…You can say it, you know."
"I don't like to."
"I know what happened to me. You don't have to censor yourself."
"I don't like thinking about it."
"And…like I said. Three minutes of that was nothing compared to three hours…three years in the hospital."
"Hisoka…"
"It's fine, Tsuzuki."
"No, it's not."
"I meant I accept your apology. And I'm otherwise none the worse for wear."
"But—"
"I am exactly as I was before, Tsuzuki."
"You say that like it's a good thing."
"Pardon?"
"Nothing…it's nothing."
"If it's nothing, then don't say anything."
"I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry…incredibly sorry."
"I know. You've told me. So can we please drop it now?"
"Hisoka…"
"Can we please drop it now?"
"…Okay."
Hisoka returns to his book that he hadn't really been reading. He remembers moonlight, blood, rough hands, sharp knives.
Tsuzuki returns to his cake that he hadn't really been eating. He remembers the look of terror.
And both of them wonder if they'll ever be able to talk to each other.
