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[ 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. ]

[ That's not how he'd put it. He'd point out that Dollars doesn't have a boss, that he just founded it, that... but then, he'd taken over Blue Square too. Even though Aoba had his own motives for that offer, Mikado had taken it, which means he's technically their leader. And his behavior toward Dollars was that of someone trying to take power, at least, even if he then intended to give it up. ]

Yeah. That's pretty much it.

....

If my parents found out, I'd be dead. Deader than dead. My dad's a police man you know. [ Mikado did you not think this through at all, holy moley. He's certain he'd talked at least a little about his family in that other world. ]

[ Mikado laughs at that, because he can't help himself, a soft amused chuckle. ]

I never claimed to be particularly smart. But you live with a vampire, I'm not sure they'd approve of that either.

Well...no, but... He's kind of like having a guardian. When he's not being immature. [ And not giving him sneaky handjobs in the dark. He's preeeetty sure his dad would arrest him for that. ]

I'm glad you have someone here for you.

[ And it's not like he can talk, considering he fucks Rayflo. And worse, Dio, but he doesn't even want to bring him into the conversation. Rayflo had been easier, because they lived together. ]

I just meant... things here are different. In that other world, that fake one that was like our homes, I really should have told you what you were getting into. But all I could think was that I wanted to be with you. And here, it's not like the gangs exist, but...

[ He shrugs his shoulders. ]

I don't want to tell you a bunch of other people's secrets. But everyone here I know from home, they were involved in stuff that was not so good. And that's why Masaomi wound up freaking me out enough I hurt myself, because we... he always tries to save me, and it never quite works out right.

[ He definitely can't claim that he'd still be with him if he'd known that to begin with (they might have remained solely friends, and none of this would have even become an issue), but despite his uncertainty over the fact, hearing that Mikado wanted to be with him regardless actually makes him feel...better.

Even if he worries now. ]

Were you...in trouble a lot?

Sort of.

[ He curls in on himself a little, shoulders and knees both pulling in toward each other, hands clasping tighter. ]

It's complicated. The thing is, once you start something like that, if you just walk away it doesn't stop. I felt responsible for it. I thought it was up to me to fix everything. So I kept getting in more and more trouble, trying to stop what I'd started, but I wasn't able to.

I think I mentioned to you before that I was injured when I first came here? That happened at home. I was in a fight with a man who was using my information network to stalk a celebrity, and had hurt some people close to her that were also friends of mine.

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