Any discomfort that had filled the car increased ten-fold; even the mellow mood of the song didn't pierce the awkwardness. Maybe if things had been a little more comfortable between them, Honda would have thought twice before mentioning it at all… but the way he saw it, it wasn't like he had anything to lose.
Finally Otogi spoke. "You can't really be mad about that, can you?"
"Oh no," Honda replied sarcastically, "I like getting my emotions stomped on; it's something of a hobby. This weekend I hope Jou'll give it a try."
There was a silence – must have stretched on for a good ten seconds. The song was still playing. "I had a hell of a nightmare last night," Otogi said, and to Honda it seemed like he was changing the subject. Whatever.
"What was it about?" he asked roughly.
"You."
How sweet. "Gee, I'm honored," he growled. "Am I that scary?"
"We were in my apartment… We were watching TV, and I was sitting in your lap. It was domestic; the whole time you were just sitting there holding me. You never once touched me, or did… anything else."
"Sounds horrible." There was no end to the sarcasm Honda was capable off. Bitterness, anger, whatever. There was something distinctly painfully about Otogi's nightmare.
"It was."
"Why is that a nightmare?" Honda demanded.
Otogi laughed ruefully. "Because I woke up with a hard-on. I've never reacted like that to something so… simple."
Either Honda was imagining it, or Otogi had just started driving faster.