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[Mumbling in a daze about being engaged and some other collection of weird words that definitely don't sound like Japanese.]

[Oh look, coffee.]

Are you going to be alright? Or do I have to manhandle you into going to the doctor?

I am not going to a doctor. I'm handling this very well, thank you.

[Hiding behind his coffee.]

This is pretty decent.

I know. I made it the way you like it.

[Quirks his mouth at that.]

...six years, really?

It'll be seven years in a week or so.

[Embeds a hand in the roots of his curls.]

I'm not the sort to apologize, but the fact that I don't remember that time might be what makes me start.

Well, do you still like me?

[He wheezes a vague sort of chuckling sound.]

That's not an admission I woke up prepared to make. But to prevent you from spiraling into a pit of desireless despair, just this once I'll be honest enough to say that even in my own memory I think I always have.

Then I'm okay with it. You're still Ankh and you still like me. I can fill you in on the things you don't remember.

[He nods, huddling into his coffee and closing his eyes.]

It's a lot. And you'd better not internalize things like I remember you did. If my not remembering something bothers you, explain it to me. Don't just...

[Frowns.]

Do whatever it is you do instead.

[He was going somewhere, and then realized he was being sort of compassionate, got embarrassed, and backpedaled. Sorry, Eiji.]

It's not that it bothers me, it's that it makes me worry about you. Bur we can deal with it day by day, okay? If I have any problems I'll tell you. Or I'll just go into your closet and mess it all up to pay you back.

[The fact that he says that with a straight face.]

Ex--cuse you! That is not how to. [Disgruntled bird sound.]

I shouldn't be surprised.

Don't worry, I won't touch your shoes. But the rest of your clothes are open season for me.

Were that I could still set you on fire without use of cheap household items.

You've tried that already. Now I just hide all the flammable household things.

Smart. You always were clever when it was least convenient.

Maybe I just like making things difficult for you.

[Tsk.]

To a lover of nearly seven years? What's the word-- fiancee, even?

Actually, I just made that part up.

[Blinks.]

Wait-- which--?

[Now you've scared him.]

The truth is that I haven't proposed yet.

[He all but does the Miyazaki hair-poof.]

You-- [DISGRUNTLED BIRD NOISE!!! And shoving the coffee mug at you to climb out of his chair and stalk away.]

[ he follows after you ]

What? Do you want me to propose now?

[High-pitched squawking, and he whirls on you.]

I-- what? No! You're a liar and a jerk and I'm not talking to you right now.