"Damn it!" Honda shouted. "Give me a plain answer; forget the monogamy thing for now, forget every stupid thing you think you're so sure of. Just tell me… Do you want me or not?"
"Yea, I do," Otogi answered without hesitation. "That much is obvious; you don't how many times Anzu has pulled me aside and told me to 'go for it'." He shook his head to himself and sighed. His eyes were fixed on the road. "If I thought I could be the kind of person I think you deserve, I would've never said no to you."
Honda's heart stopped, and he just stared at Otogi. That was the most sentimental thing he had ever heard him say. It was the nicest. And it meant he had a chance. It made him smile, and his next words were filled with determination. "Then we're going to try again. Don't say no."
"I will."
"Don't." He was begging. He knew it. Otogi knew it. He only hoped that the pathetic gesture – so difference from the confidence he had been exuding – wasn't wasted. "Come home with me," he asked, and even though Otogi was driving he leaned over and brushed some of Otogi's damned trademark tendrils back away from his face, getting a little better look at his face in the dim streetlight that illuminated the car. He looked conflicted.
"We have to meet Jou and – "
"Fuck Jou; he'll get over it. Everyone will forgive us if we have a good reason for not showing up. Just turn around, head back to my place – your place, the train station, a dim alleyway, I don't give a damn – and we'll call them in the morning."
The music changed again – something booming, dramatic… something that almost matched the anticipatory beating of Honda's heart. His fingertips lightly caressed Otogi's cheek, his thumb hesitantly brushing over his lips. Fuck, if Otogi hadn't been driving, Honda would have kissed him. He could only stare in awe as Otogi's lips moved over his thumb, tongue brushing over it gently. "Okay," Otogi finally conceded. "Your place."