Oh boy, I get anxious every time I post a chapter x(
Playing Possum
Someone is not particularly thrilled about all of this.
"That certainly was unplanned, right Todomatsu-kun?"
Todomatsu scowled. Rather than reply, he focused on reaching for a random bottle of pills on the shelf and examining its contents.
Todomatsu had went with Dekapan to get his cut-up lip(courtesy of Karamatsu) fixed up, and now they were currently gathering some medical supplies from the scientist/doctor's workshop. They had left the other three Matsunos to help bring the mysterious boy back to the guest room, which Todomatsu questioned whether that was even a good idea or not. Especially with what had transpired not even 20 minutes ago.
To describe the earlier situation as awkward would be nothing but an understatement. There was already such a tense air around the household for the past two days. The two of them could have handled the stranger fair enough. However, with the addition of the other three in the picture, the air was so thick with this heavy anxiety that one could see, touch, and possibly choke on it if not careful.
Even worse, the mysterious person was now awake. Fully conscious and having stumbled (no pun intended) on his brothers in the worst way possible. It certainly did not help when Jyushimatsu called him by 'Osomatsu'.
'Who the hell are you guys?'
Todomatsu rubbed his face, tired. 'Why did they have to show up?'
There was no way Karamatsu and the others were going to leave now. Not when they probably have a million questions running through their heads. Hell, even Todomatsu had questions he needed answered.
Still, this really shouldn't have happened. Now there was nothing he could do about his brothers but take the supplies up to the room and find out what will unfold there.
'It'll be alright,' he thought determinedly. 'I can figure something out. I just need to think.'
"Well," he heard Dekapan continue talking with an awkward smile; trying to make light of the current event. "At least now all of you will be here when we get the results of the test tomorrow."
'First things first...'
"Forget about it Ojisan."
"Eh?" Dekapan looked up at Todomatsu surprised. He could tell from the elder's face that he thought he was hearing things or searching for some kind of joke. Todomatsu's eyes told him otherwise, and Dekapan felt as though whiplashed from those words alone. "M-may I ask why? Didn't you say you wanted to be sure?"
The teen gave an annoyed sigh and placed the bottle in his hand down onto the counter with a soft clatter.
"Yeah, about that...I changed my mind. I don't wanna know anymore."
"Todomatsu-kun," Dekapan spoke; an utterly confused but serious expression on his face. "Remember what we talked about? You can't deny this person if-"
"Can't deny anything if I never find out the results of the test now, can I?"
In a huff, Todomatsu picked up a few rolls of gauze and started walking towards the exit of the room.
"So forget about it. If you decide to still do it, don't bother telling me." He turned his head to glare at the man with a stern frown. "And DON'T mention any of what we discussed to them," he said gesturing his head upwards.
Dekapan looked at the boy silently, shaking his head in disappointment.
"I really don't believe that is a wise decision Todomatsu-kun."
The younger wrinkled his nose in disgust and turned away from him. "I don't care. Just keep your mouth shut."
Before walking out the door, he pulled his turtleneck up over his chin. Steeling himself, he and Dekapan headed to the guest room to meet the others.
Todomatsu was right.
Scanning the room, his brothers sat there silently; stunned confusion on the faces despite trying hard to remain composed. He glanced over at Karamatsu. The elder kept staring at the lookalike who was sitting on the floor getting patched up by Dekapan. He had an expression that Todomatsu was sure he did not like.
Todomatsu decided to turn his head to the window in the corner of the room; crossing his arms over his chest tightly. The same worried frown plastered on him since he entered the room.
"Let me wrap this one more time and...there," Dekapan said, tapping the gauze and cutting off the remaining excess with scissors. "How does that feel Boya? Is it too tight?"
The mysterious young man,… Osomatsu(?), felt around the bandages on his head, moving his neck around to see if the wrapping could come loose.
"S'okay I guess."
"And how is your body feeling overall?"
The latter responded by trying to roll his shoulders, making a pained noise in discomfort. "Like I've been hit by a train," he whined. "Everythin' is killin' me."
"That's to be expected. Your nose is also broken so try not to touch there so much." Dekapan opened a bottle, dropping two oval-shaped pills into his palm. "Here," he said handing it to the stranger who looked at them warily.
"Don't worry," the doctor quickly reassured. "It's not poison or anything like that. Just your average painkillers."
"Ooki-uh thanks Sensei." The boy put the pills into his mouth, trying to swallow them dry. When he succeeded, he noticed the doctor had this startled look on his face.
"Um..." Osomatsu(?) stuttered out, unsure. "You are a doctor right?"
"Y-yes, it is." Dekapan nodded curiously. "How did you-"
The stranger's eyes widened in realization. "Oh! Oh no, I-I just assumed that you were with the coat and all." He glanced nervously to the side looking at the four brothers. "Also, I ah kinda heard the fight downstairs. One of those guys addressed you as such…"
He trailed off looking at each of the brothers one by one.
"On that note…"
Todomatsu shifted his eyes to the boy and his brothers carefully. The older Matsunos didn't seem to want to speak out; most likely still trying to recover from their first encounter with the lookalike. When Osomatsu(?) had turned his attention on them, they tried to avert their eyes away. Jyushimatsu and Ichimatsu, especially, who remained tight-lipped; looking anywhere but him.
Karamatsu slowly walked up and approached the man on the futon. He almost looked... possessed. Todomatsu could tell from the serious look in his brother's face, it was quite worrisome. Karamatsu locked eyes on the lookalike but said nothing. Likewise, the stranger stared back waiting; not anxious but more with curiosity and wonder.
Looking at it now, he could really see the strong resemblance between Karamatsu and the other guy. Not just so much in appearance, but the likeness was still there. Although, Karamatsu was definitely taller, less paler, and more well-built than the man.
However, it was perhaps a similar feeling around them. Both of them had this certain conflicted gaze on each other. They held a somewhat authoritative air despite one of them looking, well, not the best at the moment. It was almost as if they were looking at an obstacle in their way, and none of them were willing to back out.
Karamatsu bit his bottom lip and spoke first. "I need to confirm with you."
The stranger tilted his head. "Yeah?"
"You really don't know any of us, do you?"
Osomatsu(?) pursed his lips together. He took a moment to look around the room at each individual before going back to Karamatsu. He bowed his head slightly, scratching the back of his head.
"Yeah, sorry man, I don't."
The injured teen brushed his index finger against his nose in embarrassment, but winced in pain, having forgotten what Dekapan said earlier. "Ouch… Anyways, I'll be honest," he continued. "I'm kinda freakin' out here. You guys look a lot like me. Like A LOT, and it's pretty weird. Are you all brothers or something?"
While it sounded like a simple innocent question, it didn't help the brothers feel taken aback by it. However, Karamatsu pressed on.
"Your name is Osomatsu correct?"
"Oh yeah! And that's also creepin' me out." The boy became agitated and pointed at him defensively. "How do you know my name?"
Todomatsu gritted his teeth.
"Well, let's start with this." Karamatsu gestured a hand at himself. "You already know Dekapan, but my name is Matsuno Karamatsu." Then he turned to the others. "And you are correct. These are my brothers. Ichimatsu, Jyushimatsu, and that's Todomatsu."
Osomatsu looked all of them and slowly nodded. "Okay...Where are you going with this?"
"You really don't get it?" Ichimatsu interjected less rude, but more in a confused way. "Are you blind?"
Osomatsu just shrugged as Karamatsu knelt down in front of him. "Aside from one of us that's not here, his name is Choromatsu, we...we actually had another brother. He was the oldest and his name was Matsuno Osomatsu."
"Matsuno Osomatsu?" Osomatsu looked up with cynical frown as he slowly realized what the other was implying. "Nandeyanen? Chau ch- *cough cough* I mean...Look, I think you got the wrong person here. I'm not your brother."
"Are...you sure?"
"Yeah positive." He answered, nodding his head. "I don't have any siblings."
Osomatsu said these words in such a nonchalant and confident manner. It was honestly upsetting for the brothers hearing this, especially with how uncanny the boy's presence felt despite him saying otherwise.
"But then," Karamatsu countered. "Why do we have the same face?"
For some reason, the rest of the brothers couldn't help but feel something was off about Karamatsu. He definitely was surprisingly scary when he punched Todomatsu, but this was different.
It was unsettling to say the least.
They watched Osomatsu turned his attention back on his body and casually checked around at his wounds.
"Well, plenty of people look the same." Osomatsu shrugged "I mean, I can see we have SOME physical similarities but it's probably just a coincidence, y'know? Maybe seeing another person aside from your bros is just new for you."
Karamatsu still looked unconvinced. He got up and paced a little bit about the room, hand to his chin. He glanced over at Ichimatsu and Jyushimatsu who looked uncertainly at him. The was an unreadable expression on his face. He shook his head and turned back to Osomatsu.
"That is fair I guess."
"Right?" The injured man nodded in agreement, prodding at a bandaged bruise on his arm.
"Yes it makes sense," Karamatsu crossed his arms looking up and down at him. "You seem pretty young. You're 18 aren't you?
"Uh yeah?" Osomatsu raised an eyebrow at him. "How'd you guess?"
"Because my other brothers and I are 18 as well."
"Oh shit...really?"
"Our birthday was on May 24th. When your's?"
"My birthday?"
"If you don't mind me asking."
"My birthday? Ummm, I don't...uh…"
"Osomatsu-san?"
The latter frowned, fidgeting his legs slightly. "..."
"Tell me, why do we know your name?"
"...Maybe I said it at one point?"
"The moment we met you, we had just gotten there. As you remember, we were arguing so we didn't see you. Jyushimatsu addressed you as Osomatsu, and you didn't deny it."
"Maybe...ummm..." He waved his hand in defeat. "Okay yeah, I'm not sure either."
"Hey Karamatsu," Dekapan tried interrupting the conversation. "I think you should st-"
"Osomatsu-san, please think about it a bit carefully." As Karamatsu spoke, there was a subtle hint of desperation in his voice. His movements becoming more agitated. "Do you really think what I said are just coincidences?"
"Yes." The boy pressed and rubbed his temple in a circular motion, clearly getting annoyed. "No? Can you gimme a sec?"
"You're birthday is May 24th, isn't it? It has to be. You have the same face as us and you're name is Osomatsu." Karamatsu couldn't stop the shaking in his voice. "Are you really telling the truth? Is this a joke?"
"Hey wait, I-"
"Please, if this is a misunderstanding, tell us something else about you. Anything at all that shows you are different. I...I need to know!"
"Hold up a minute! Seriously, you...This is all crazy right now. Urgh...why is this happening to me?...Please just stop."
"Shittymatsu, that's enough." Ichimatsu scolded. "Look at him."
Osomatsu had bent down, pulling his legs closer to him and pressing his face into the blanket. His shaking hands went to grip at the covers tightly, his knuckles going pale.
"Oh dear, you'll irritate your injuries if you do that." Dekapan rushed to Osomatsu's side.
Finally, as if a spell had been lifted, reason and concern bloomed in Karamatsu. "O-Oh god! Osomatsu-san are you okay?"
The boy didn't answer, and just continued to hide his face. Dekapan slowly rubbed circles around his back in comfort.
Karamatsu took a step back and covered his mouth with his hand. He looked down ashamed.
Todomatsu rolled his eyes. 'What a joke.'
Ichimatsu looked at Karamatsu with a mixture of anger and worry. "Karamatsu…"
"I'm so stupid,"Karamatsu berated himself. He bowed his head. "I'm so sorry Osomatsu-san. I didn't mean to upset you."
Osomatsu continued to keep his head down.
"I don't know what made me act like that towards you, especially in your current state. It's...It's just for some reason...you remind us of him. He, our eldest brother, he was someone we had lost. Someone who dear and precious to us. We loved him deeply and he was taken away from us a long time ago. They had told us that we probably would never see him again. I..."
"...I miss him everyday."
Karamatsu had sounded so heartbroken that it was kind of painful to watch. Todomatsu glanced at the other two brothers who shifted uncomfortably in their spots; sorrow-filled eyes glued to the floor.
"I know you said you weren't him but you...you just look so much like him. When I saw you, I couldn't help but feel...I thought that if you were him,...we-..."
He bowed his head deeper.
"It doesn't excuse my behavior. I greatly apologize."
Osomatsu took a sharp intake of air and finally lifted his head up. However, it troubled Todomatsu when he saw Osomatsu's eyes.
Confusion and...fear?
"I-I'm sorry...Karamatsu-san," Osomatsu stuttered out. "I really am. I feel for you, but I really don't know who you or you or any of you are."
The teen almost appeared to have lost that confidence he had earlier which was perplexing to Todomatsu.
"I-…I..." He closed and opened his mouth a few times, having difficulty trying to say something as he stared down at Karamatsu's bowed head. It was quiet for a while before Osomatsu was able to say what he wanted to say.
"Y-you're right that my name is definitely Osomatsu... at least I know I'm sure... A-and I'm not gonna deny that I look like all of you. But when you asked about my birthday, I wasn't trying to avoid the question. Really. I...I couldn't answer you because...because I couldn't."
Karamatsu stood straight up again with a confused look. "'At least?' 'Couldn't?' What do you mean?"
"I don't know when my birthday is."
Everyone looked at Osomatsu baffled.
"Haha…" Osomatsu chuckled anxiously, scratching at his neck. "C-crazy right? Every time I try thinking of a date, my mind just goes blank. It's kinda scaring me."
Suddenly, Todomatsu left his spot by the window, walking past Karamatsu until he was at Osomatsu's side; staring him down with morose. "Hey."
The teen looked up nervously; full attention on Todomatsu.
"I'm just gonna ask. Do you remember anything?"
"Oh?...Like what?"
"What do you remember the last few days?"
"Um, hmmm..." Osomatsu bent his head in deep thought. Then, his breath hitched. "Huh?... I don't know."
"Really? Well what IS the last thing you remember?"
"I...don't remember that either."
"Alright, what about your family then. Friends? Where you live? Where you work? Go to school?"
As Todomatsu asked in a condescending tone, Osomatsu's breathing gradually increased.
"You last name?...Anything at all?"
"I….I...I don't-...I don't know. That's strange. W-what's going on?" Osomatsu instinctively grabbed a hold of his head. He clutched it tightly as he slowly shook his head back and forth. His eyes closed shut in pain.
"Todomatsu stop," Karamatsu pushed Todomatsu aside and knelt back to Osomatsu in a calm, reassuring voice. "Hey, it's alright. Take it easy." He looked over at Dekapan. "Dekapan is something the matter with him?"
Dekapan had this hesitant expression. He glimpsed over at Todomatsu and then back at the oldest brother. "When Todomatsu brought him to me, he had suffered some blows to the head. It's possible he could have suffered some memory loss." He turned to Osomatsu. "Are you ok Boya?"
"Tch!" Todomatsu avoided looking at Karamatsu who glared at him.
"I'm...fine…" Osomatsu answered, opening his eyes and nodded. "Um okay...so memory loss? Really? I mean, I don't really remember anything besides my name and age...maybe? Please tell me, is this temporary or...?"
Jyushimatsu, having been quiet the entire time, spoke out. "Well, we won't know for sure until you start remembering things again." He looked down and blushed in embarrassment as everyone's attention went to him. "I-it could take a few hours to several days, weeks, or even months if it's severe..."
"Months?" Dekapan shook his head. "I don't think it was that severe but it could have resulted in a concussion. That might have caused temporary memory loss. Since you did need stitches when you came here, I would perhaps give it a few days for your memory to return."
"Oh," Osomatsu frowned, looking unsure at what to do. He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself and regain his composure. He nervously chuckled and gave a shy grin at the old man. "Well man, I can't recall but I must have been wrecked pretty bad then huh? Thanks Todomatsu for helping me out."
Todomatsu stared indifferently at Osomatsu. "Yeah."
Karamatsu walked back up and sat down on the edge of the futon; a hopeful look on his face as he spoke again to Osomatsu.
"If you really don't remember anything, there is still a possibility..."
'Shit.'
"Dekapan, is there a way to be sure?"
Dekapan tensed up, wrung his hands and peered over at the youngest Matsuno. "Uh...well…"
Todomatsu shook his head; mouthing the word 'Don't' at the scientist.
"Yes?" Karamatsu waited patiently.
"N-no, nevermind. It's nothing."
Karamatsu, confused, looked worried at Dekapan's sudden skittish manner. "There's something on your mind Dekapan? Is everything alright? What is it?"
The old man continued shifting his gaze from Todomatsu and Karamatsu. "I...you see-"
Growing irritated, Todomatsu whispered at Dekapan harshly. "Don't you dare-"
"Todomatsu shut up."
Todomatsu turned around to see Ichimatsu glaring daggers at him.
"Dekapan," Karamatsu said. "Please? There is a way to know, isn't there?"
"Yes," Dekapan finally answered, nodding confidently. "I was actually already in the process of analyzing a DNA test using samples of him and Todomatsu-kun."
Todomatsu growled. "Ojisan!"
"When will you know the results?"
"Oi! Both of you! This is ridiculous! "
"It'll be sometime tomorrow. I can let you all know once I get the results."
Todomatsu glared at the two of them. He grumbled in disapproval and aggressively moved back to his spot by the window.
"Uh hey," Osomatsu raised a hand, trying to get everyone's focus. "Don't I get a say in this?"
"Ah right! I'm so sorry. Of course you do." Karamatsu smile somewhat eagerly. "So what do you think? Would you like to have a test Osomatsu-san? It wouldn't hurt to try?
The teen shrugged. "I guess?"
"Since you lost your memory, we can try to see if we can find more about who you are. And...There might actually be a chance you could really be...our Osomatsu."
Osomatsu paused at the thought of that. He looked at Karamatsu with a doubtful smile. "I'm still not sure. Rather, I'm more worried about my memory right now. I mean...the idea of being your guys' brother? Wow, this is all a lot to take in."
"Oi hold up Shittymatsu, we-"
"Ah everyone," Dekapan announced, clapping his hands together. "Osomatsu-kun is still really tired and must be hungry since waking up. "I think it's about time we leave the conversation for later. Why don't we all let Osomatsu-kun rest."
Karamatsu looked like he want to disagree and but quickly understood. It was getting late, everyone was stressed, and Osomatsu was still recovering.
"Yes, we understand. "We're sorry again for intruding. Really Dekapan-san, I am truly sorry for today and thank you for taking care of Todomatsu here." He looked at Osomatsu one more time. "And we're sorry for bombarding you with so many questions Osomatsu-san, especially with how I behaved earlier. Just focus on getting better."
"S'fine," Osomatsu said giving Karamatsu a reassuring smile which somewhat comforted the latter. "I think we both just need some sleep. This was a wild day after all."
"Maybe we can talk tomorrow?" Karamatsu asked hopefully. "I know this is selfish for me to ask. I know this must be unfair, but if you can… please consider again about...you know. Please?"
Osomatsu took a long sigh. Then he nodded. "Alright."
"Thank you, Osomatsu-san." Karamatsu looked at his younger brothers. "Ichimatsu, Jyushimatsu, don't forget your stuff in the fridge."
Karamatsu started walking; an annoyed Ichimatsu and a hesitant Jyushimatsu followed closely behind him. He suddenly stopped and turned around, eyeing over at Todomatsu who didn't move.
"Let's go."
Then the three walked out.
Before Todomatsu coul begrudgingly follow suit, Dekapan looked at him timidly.
"Todomatsu-kun, I-"
"Save it," Todomatsu cut him off, shooting a look of exasperation. He stared at Osomatsu one last time before looking back at Dekapan. "Thanks for letting me crash here. You take care of yourself, okay?"
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he walked to the door.
"Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm pretty sure I have to attend a little family meeting now."
Makihara was looking through a bunch of dusty files when he heard a knock at the door.
He stretched his arms out and got up from his spot on the old, sunken couch. He took the cigarette in his mouth and put it out in the ashtray on the coffee table. Sauntering up to the door, he brushed a hand through his hair in a poor attempt to fix himself up.
When he finally opened the door, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, good evening Detective Hiroki-san!"
"Heh, color me shocked. I didn't think you would show up."
"What?" Alexandre looked at the man with an offended expression. "And break our little deal? Non non non, I've even brought cake to enjoy while we have our little movie night."
He said this as he waved a large, fancy-designed box in front of his face. The young Frenchman giggled with excitement.
"Come now," he smiled at Makihara as he pulled out a USB from his coat pocket. "Let us see if that hypothesis of yours is correct."
Alexandre cheerfully moved past the older man; placing the box on the table and plopping comfortably onto the couch. He seemed to already make himself at home.
"Shall we?"
Makihara shook his head in both disbelief and amusement. "Oh boy, I think I might have made a big mistake with this one."
He closed the door behind him.
The doctor had left him alone to go grab him some food.
He was fretted over how he had been unconscious for 2 days with a fever, and that he needed to regain energy and nutrition.
Whatever the old man was talking to him about, it didn't really concern Osomatsu. There was more pressing matters he needed to deal with.
Osomatsu sat in the futon. He was really not feeling well. The encounter he had from early left him confused and with a piercing headache(or was that already from his injury?). It didn't help that his body stung whenever he moved, or that he felt as though he was on the verge of a panic attack.
'What the hell was going on back there?' He thought worriedly.
He couldn't believe this bizarre meeting. The men he saw had the same face as him.
'Those guys…'
Osomatsu frowned.
'Right...those guys. The guy, Karamatsu...He said I could be their 'dear and precious' brother. Why did he have to...'
His mind was wondering with so many questions and concerns; striking the inner parts of his head in rapid succession.
'Urgh! Man, I can't think straight? My brain is all jumbled up right now. Why is this even happening to me? OH YEAH! And let's not forget the amnesia part! That's just great. How? How could this even happen?'
He buried his face into his hands, trying to muffle his shouts of frustration. 'Urhhhh, what am I gonna do? I can't believe this. Of all things...'
This whole situation was strange.
It was all so jarring...so crazy…
So…
Fucking inconvenient.
Osomatsu brought his head back up.
"Tch, how damn annoying. To think I'd be put in a situation like this." He glared down and threw his fist down onto lap, ignoring the jolt of pain it gave him.
"This is the absolute worse."
He glanced over to the side and noticed his sweater left abandoned on the desk where Dekapan had his medical supplies. Slowly, he pulled off the blanket covers and shakily got to his feet.
He bit down the pain as he limped over to the desk and took the sweater into his hands.
The sweater smelled really bad, and was still slightly damp. It was hard to see them but he could make out some crusty stains of dried-up blood. He was particularly irritated when he noticed a ripped hole on the sleeve. He really wanted to wash it and stitch it up badly.
"I...don't know when my birthday is. Haha…C-crazy right? Every time I try thinking of a date, my mind just goes blank."
If he could go back in time, he would shut himself up and rip him to shreds..
'Goddammit, why...WHY did you have to say that? Why did you have to go so overboard? Now, they think you're sick or something. Now they'll never leave you alone.'
His body shook with rage; pulling at the sweater's fabric. "Then again, they probably were gonna stay close regardless of that test or not. Shit, I'm so fucking stupid. What was I thinking? Goddamn that guy. It's all his fault!'
He wanted to scream out. To curse up a storm and destroy everything him his path. To-
No, he had to stay calm. He couldn't let the man downstairs hear his mental breakdown. Osomatsu tried to take deep breaths and somehow thought back to that entire conversation.
'He was already so convinced. Man, it was really bad from the start.'
Osomatsu sighed a long-winded sigh.
He's done it. Now, he has to deal with it.
The teen looked back down at his sweater and carefully pulled out the bandanna from the pocket; staring at it for a long time.
'Haha, it's been 8 years huh?'
(Has it really been that long?)
He placed the sweater back on the table and put the bandanna in his pants pocket.
'Dammit,' he cursed at himself again as went back to sit cross-legged on the futon. 'It would have been better if I had never seen them again.'
Osomatsu really didn't have time for this.
But…
"There's no point now. If I can't get outta this,...hmmm..."
Gradually, a determined smirk slowly formed on his face.
'...then I just gotta make it into an opportunity.'
As that thought came to mind, Dekapan had returned with a tray of soft food and a bowl of soup.
Osomatsu hadn't gotten much food for the past few days. He happily thanked the man and proceeded to eat the whole spread with vigor despite the ache in his arms; savoring the fresh-cooked meal with delight.
'Karamatsu missed his older brother, right? Let's see if I can take advantage of that.'
When he finished eating, Osomatsu told Dekapan he was going to sleep now. He was relieved when the old man didn't make a fuss over it, leaving the room and closing the door quietly.
As he laid under the covers, his headache decreased and the pain numbed. He had exhausted himself enough for the day. But luckily, Osomatsu had stopped worrying. He now had a plan.
'Guess I'm stuck in Akatsuka Ward for awhile.'
He knew the test was going to come out positive. He just needed to prepare for afterwards.
'I'm so sorry, Tougou-sama.'
He pulled the bandanna out and held it tightly to his chest.
'I'll be sure to keep my promise.'
(I just…)
