Katsu:
I slide over you and into you, slick with oil and sweat and blind panic, and this is where I belong.
The closet door shatters beneath our joined weight but I need you, mindless of the neighbors or the splinters or the futon and this is where I belong.
You won't say what you did, but you apologize on your knees, and this is where I belong.
You are gentle and frantic, and if I didn't know better, I'd say you were a nervous groom.
I do know better. You have to go. And here, in Tokyo, is where I belong.
Sano:
"He's dead."
"I know. He was dead when I put him on that damn slow boat."
"I meant the policeman. Seems there was a localized fire. Station lost years' worth of records."
"And Saitou?"
"Consumption, a few years later."
"Oh."
"Did you come back for him? Or for the other one?"
"Nah. Kenshin just reminded me of something."
"What? No, wait. I don't care."
"…Katsu?"
"Dumbass. I still live the next town over. Grab your bag, and let's stop by the Akabeko first."
"…Akabeko? Katsu, you're not…?"
"How long do I get you for this time?"
"…I missed you too."