[ Denji's complaints over what "someone like him" is referring to exactly go mostly unheard beneath the torrent of conversation. In noticing nobody is paying attention to him, though, he sulkily pipes down, getting used to the pattern.
He doesn't like this weird topic. This night was supposed to be fun, but at every turn, he keeps getting reminded of — Reze. He's over her, he's pretty sure, probably. Kinda sorta. He has Makima, and he doesn't feel as crummy anymore whenever Aki brews his coffee, actually likes watching the fold in his brow as he concentrates on blooming up the coffee grounds when he pours into the dripper. But now he keeps thinking back to what she said to him before, about the country and the city. Are food and fun all you care about, she'd said to him. He hadn't understood the odd glaze to her expression, still doesn't, not really. Yet, for a moment earlier, he thinks Angel was wearing the same look.
Aki says something about needing a community, and Denji's not so sure about that. Sometimes all you need is just one person to go there with you. He thinks a little bit about how he'd been ready to go anywhere, maybe back to the countryside with her, at the end. He doesn't know why. What was he thinking back then? ]
So when you're finished with what you need to do, that's when you'll be ready to go?
[ Denji doesn't reach for a card to add to his hand. Neither does he reach for more food or for the dealer's cards, either. ]
By yourself? Or would ya take — [ His mind scrambles, tries filling the next blank in his sentence with us, then moves on to me, and that's when he hears his stomach sickly gurgling, so he blurts out, without thinking: ] Angel? Since he wants to go so bad.
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He doesn't like this weird topic. This night was supposed to be fun, but at every turn, he keeps getting reminded of — Reze. He's over her, he's pretty sure, probably. Kinda sorta. He has Makima, and he doesn't feel as crummy anymore whenever Aki brews his coffee, actually likes watching the fold in his brow as he concentrates on blooming up the coffee grounds when he pours into the dripper. But now he keeps thinking back to what she said to him before, about the country and the city. Are food and fun all you care about, she'd said to him. He hadn't understood the odd glaze to her expression, still doesn't, not really. Yet, for a moment earlier, he thinks Angel was wearing the same look.
Aki says something about needing a community, and Denji's not so sure about that. Sometimes all you need is just one person to go there with you. He thinks a little bit about how he'd been ready to go anywhere, maybe back to the countryside with her, at the end. He doesn't know why. What was he thinking back then? ]
So when you're finished with what you need to do, that's when you'll be ready to go?
[ Denji doesn't reach for a card to add to his hand. Neither does he reach for more food or for the dealer's cards, either. ]
By yourself? Or would ya take — [ His mind scrambles, tries filling the next blank in his sentence with us, then moves on to me, and that's when he hears his stomach sickly gurgling, so he blurts out, without thinking: ] Angel? Since he wants to go so bad.