Commitment
'Think happy thoughts. Sango. Yes, there's a happy thought. Sango's hair. Brown. Sango's eyes. Magenta. Sango's ass…' The hand on his knee twitched and he squeezed his eyes shut, like a little boy who was afraid of opening his eyes to a nightmare.
'That didn't help. Honor, courage, strength, will, love. Honor, courage, strength, will, love. Love, love, love, love…' His knuckles were turning white, beads of sweat forming along his temples. 'I love Sango. I love Sango.' Letting the steady mantra beat in his head, he opened his eyes. The throng of women in front of him grinned and winked, making the monk's foundation slip. 'Oh fuck.'
His hands twitched.
