"Only because we have the wisdom to know that the only way to get over a bad decision is to follow it up with another," Kotetsu declares, loudly until his head throbs in protest. Reaching out, Kotetsu claps a hand down on Barnaby's knee, laying it on top of Barnaby's hand and giving it a squeeze. Partly in thanks. Partly for reassurance.
It may take some time, but Kotetsu still believes what he declared to their welcomers just hours ago — that finding their way out isn't impossible, and Kotetsu will be the one to do it.
"We should eat, though. I can't remember what we got last night at the store," he adds, sliding his legs over the side of the bed and slowly standing to his feet, tugging his boxer briefs up from where the elastic slid down the cut of his hip. "Oi, didn't you say that you'd been practicing how to make fried rice? That wasn't something you said just to make me feel better, right?"
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Date: 2014-05-10 04:18 am (UTC)It may take some time, but Kotetsu still believes what he declared to their welcomers just hours ago — that finding their way out isn't impossible, and Kotetsu will be the one to do it.
"We should eat, though. I can't remember what we got last night at the store," he adds, sliding his legs over the side of the bed and slowly standing to his feet, tugging his boxer briefs up from where the elastic slid down the cut of his hip. "Oi, didn't you say that you'd been practicing how to make fried rice? That wasn't something you said just to make me feel better, right?"