[Ah. They’re back home. That was easier than Chuuya expected. Well. Whatever. It’s over and done with in his mind, but obviously Atsushi doesn’t think so. Chuuya knows enough about avoiding problems by drowning them in booze that he can tell Atsushi is trying to pretend that he’s fine, and, obviously, he’s not.

Chuuya frowns; what do you say to someone who just relived their fucked up childhood in one godawful sitting? “That sucks, sorry” doesn’t sound sincere, but neither does coddling him and telling him that everything is sunshine and rainbows. Ugh, fuck, Chuuya isn’t any good at feelings, but it feels wrong somehow to just leave it at that.]

Atsushi.

[Chuuya doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but fuck it.]

You went through hell and came out stronger for it. [He scratches his cheek.] I mean, you’re not an asshole to other people when you have every right to be, so there’s that.

[Okay, maybe he’s channeling Mipha a little here (in his own words), but.]

What happened to you was fucked up, but it’s in the past, right?

[Says the man who bears an eternal grudge against his ex-partner for a betrayal committed years ago.]

I can’t tell you to forget it, because that’s bullshit. You’ll never forget it, but you can move on.