[ Out of the frame of the rearview mirror Mine's gaze falls back down, through the windshield, no longer soft and searching but boring sharply. Starting today, Nishikiyama can freely say who he wants by his side; why won't he?
Women who'd loved him until Mine said what he wanted, men who's firm handshake quickly turned limp over holding a stack of yenβ why make separate having and wanting, if he's judged for both the same. Mine has observed in Kazama's eyes, looking at Nishikiyama, the same reflection he'd then seen pointed at himself. It's disdain, regret, too. The notion makes his blood boil.
The patriarch's reply would threaten him with the same thing, yet his hand stays. Mine realizes Nishikiyama's restlessness has got under his own skin, clawing up his throat, and that he needs to say something as much as Nishikiyama needs to hear. ]
The truth is, I was really hoping you'd say that you want me close to you.
[ Whether as a yakuza or as a man, Mine's discovered, there's no longer a difference. His leg moves down in a way that lets Nishikiyama's hand stroke his thigh. ]
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Women who'd loved him until Mine said what he wanted, men who's firm handshake quickly turned limp over holding a stack of yenβ why make separate having and wanting, if he's judged for both the same. Mine has observed in Kazama's eyes, looking at Nishikiyama, the same reflection he'd then seen pointed at himself. It's disdain, regret, too. The notion makes his blood boil.
The patriarch's reply would threaten him with the same thing, yet his hand stays. Mine realizes Nishikiyama's restlessness has got under his own skin, clawing up his throat, and that he needs to say something as much as Nishikiyama needs to hear. ]
The truth is, I was really hoping you'd say that you want me close to you.
[ Whether as a yakuza or as a man, Mine's discovered, there's no longer a difference. His leg moves down in a way that lets Nishikiyama's hand stroke his thigh. ]
...In other words, you can have me.