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[ He doesn't answer. He's feeling more than thinking right now, is the thing, and it just doesn't occur to him to send a response via text. It's not that big a settlement after all.

He knocks on Sam's door pretty hard, nearly pounding at it, and stands there breathing too hard from running as he waits for the response. ]

[ Which actually comes as a complete surprise since, failing to receive a response, Sam figures that he had made things awkward with his request and Mikado had stepped away from the conversation for the moment.

The knocking actually gets him to look up from where he sits on the couch, very slowly standing despite the frantic knocking and moving over to it. ]

...Hello?

I CAME RIGHT AWAY!

[ Have a Mikado slumping on your doorstep breathing heavily, Sam. ]

I told you all you had to do was ask!

M, Mikado???

Wait, did you run the whole way here??

I was excited you wanted to see me...

[ He blushes, looks away. ]

So, can I come in?

[ Excited?? To see him...? Even after all the trouble he caused, what he'd done not to to Izaya, but Masaomi and Mikado himself??

Sam can't help it--he feels a swell of happiness in his chest as he nods, quickly stepping back to let the other in. ]

[ Mikado toes off his shoes because it's the minimum amount of proper he can be, then walks over and flops on the couch without waiting for further invitation. A bottle of water appears in his hands, and then he asks. ]

Anything you need today before..?

[ Not that he came here to do anything in particular, but it's unlikely they're just not going to touch, too. ]

[ No doubt there, and though it takes Sam a moment to clue in, when he does he takes a reflexive step back and rubs the back of his head in embarrassment. And a healthy amount of shame, after all the trouble he caused. ]

I...n-no, I'm fine... [ He he really ought to say is that he's down to only two pairs of clothes and down shoes or a bed thanks to his powers amplifying, but he feels far too guilty to bring it up right now, like this. ]

You sure?

[ He doesn't know what Sam is thinking, of course, but the hesitance makes him wonder, and he does want to be sure his friend is taken care of. ]

Jonathan healed me, and I've taken care of the fading issue obviously, so now's the time to ask? Before you come cuddle with me.

Jo-- [ Wait ] c....c-c, cuddle?????

Well, only if you want to.

[ He opens his bottle of water and takes a long drink of it, since he's just been running, before setting it down. Then he spreads his legs slightly, leans forward, and clasps his hands between them. ]

You asked me to come over because you wanted my company, right? I mean, if you'd rather not touch, it's okay too.

N-no, I...it's just. I'm still--worried. Nothing's disappeared since I touched the orb but it still feels like if I touch anyone it'll happen all over again. [ The red streaking across his face is equal parts embarrassment and guilt as Sam looks down at his feet, fidgeting with his own hands. Mostly to keep himself from reaching out to the other. ]

I don't wanna hurt you by accident.

Okay.

[ Mikado nods, then waves his hand, as if it's his house to boss someone around in. ]

Can you sit down somewhere so you're not hovering awkwardly then? And... how about this? We can talk for a bit, and then before I'm ready to go, we'll try. So that I can go straight for help if I need to?

Oh--yeah, sorry.... [ Sam nods quickly, head snapping back up. ] I--yeah. That's okay. [ Let him find a seat a foot or so away from Mikado, and he'll be good. Still fidgety, but good. Ish. ]

[ Why does everything have to be so complicated? Mikado just wants to grab Sam and kiss him, but he doesn't want to upset him either. He's more worried about Sam being hurt by hurting him than he is... Sam hurting him. ]

Did you want to hear what Masaomi dragged you into there or..? I was really upset you saw me like that. Worried, you know?

You mean--before? When he wanted me to stop you...? [ Those aren't pleasant memories either, honestly. He wasn't used to seeing Mikado anything but composed and collected, if a little flustered. He'd been...well, a mess would be putting it lightly. ]

Yeah.

[ He sighs, shrugs his shoulders. ]

I told you I wanted to really get to know you, that my life at home was more complicated than it seemed. So I thought if we're going to talk, you might as well learn some of the truth. Though I'll be a little sad not to be your Angel anymore.

W...well it's a little embarrassing to call you it now... [ After practically being heads over heels for him. Before his feelings had been that of admiration. Now...he's not entirely certain it's just that, anymore. ]

I guess it doesn't matter if I tell you I'm not perfect then, huh?

[ He offers a shy smile. ]

The truth is, back in Ikebukuro, Masaomi and I were both sort of in over our heads. That's why we tend to screw each other up, here.

In over yours heads...? [ As in, they took on too much? Or they were in some sort of trouble? The statement is a little too vague for him to make out from just that. ]

Yeah.

[ Well, he's already gone there, so he might as well. He takes a deep breath, and then forces the words out. ]

Gang war. That's it, that's the thing that I was hiding from, back home. When I made you my "secret boyfriend" instead of just being with you openly, it wasn't because I was shy about being with a boy. It was because I was scared someone would hurt you.

Gang war??? [ The stuff that was in the movies? With the mafia?? Or was it more like the jail yard chain-gang stuff?? Is dear, precious Angel was really--?? ]

You're a mobster?!

[ He got called a secret boyfriend, heehee♥ ]

A mobster?

[ He blinks for a second, then shakes his head. ]

No, not exactly. There are things called color gangs where I'm from, and one that's sort of... bigger, and colorless, and without a lot of organization. The Dollars. My gang. It wasn't even supposed to be real, just a joke thing for amusement, and then it got more and more real as more people joined, and before I knew it, I was staring down something I couldn't stop.

S...so you're a gang...boss?? [ Sam gulps.

He is about 3000% sure if his parents ever found out they would not only disapprove, but he would be so grounded. ]

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