[ it's tactile week, so - ichiro reaches over and puts his hand on leo's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. ]

... yeah. There's - I think there's something like that at home, too. I know somebody who might've been fucked up by it.

[ sasara had said it - he didn't know why he had the falling out that destroyed mad comic dialogue. it makes ichiro's stomach twist up in a knot to think about, about - about kuko, but he can't think about that right now. ] And I wonder if they can't talk about it after, either. [ esp re: kaoruko. ]