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[ !!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS TRUE, BUT ... ] But what if no place of employment lets him work with me? I can't abandon him. I don't want to leave him alone.

[gnasher]

[so much emotion... over a damn turtle...]

[what is this feeling? it's a mix of unmitigated fury and "that's pretty cute"]

Why not? ...You know how turtles work, right? I gave you the guide from the petshop.

[deepend]

Geo-kun's different.

[gnasher]

Different.

[deepend]

... He doesn't like being alone.

[gnasher]

[oh, no]

[what was with that heartbeaking tone? what's with the way Haru keeps... stupidly and obviously projecting onto marine life?]

[god, he hates himself almost as much as he appreciates having this moron as his friend]

...If it's something like that, then, I don't mind ...turtle-sitting.

[deepend]

[ ahhhh his heart kind of lurches. it's a frightening feeling and almost cause for alarm. he hopes it never happens again. ]

... You would do that?

[gnasher]

[JUST GRATEFULLY ACCEPT YOU BASTARD STOP DRAWING THIS OUT]

He's my responsibility, too. ...You wouldn't be in this position if I hadn't given him to you, I mean.

[deepend]

He never asked to be born into this world.

[ what the hell does that mean, Haru. ]

If you'll watch him, then I guess it's okay. Where should I work? [ drippy directionless fuck; really, he'd talked to Makoto about this ...and he wanted to be close to where they worked before. ]

[gnasher]

[yeah, he's not even touching the part about Geo-kun's unasked for birth]

Eh? You're asking me that? Don't you got any idea?

[deepend]

Anything close to you. [ and Makoto, but that's a given since they work together. ]

[gnasher]

[oh. his heart lurches, too, like it always does when one of his friends say something abusively sentimental about spending time with him. the action is worryingly frequent, but he hopes (vainly) it won't happen again]

D-don't just decide what to do based on what your friends are doing! What, are you some kind of middle schooler?

[deepend]

You don't want that?

[ he thought it would be a simple solution. that way, they can bring each other food and visit each other on breaks. maybe he can work by Nagisa then... ]

[gnasher]

I didn't say that, just --

[what is with you guys at Iwatobi? it's like you're allergic to making decisions]

-- nevermind. ...It'd be fun to work close by each other. I just think you should do what you want, too.

[deepend]

Then I'll look tomorrow.

[ Haru says resolutely, in a manner that doesn't just sound as resigned and defeated as whenever he does give in.

job or no, he knew that here, things were still postponed. he was grateful for it all. ]

[gnasher]

[and the redhead's happy to hear that sudden resoluteness, but nevertheless there's an awkward silence from Rin]

[eventually, he mumbles]

I can go with you, if you want. Since I applied for my job a long time before you.

[no, he can't seem to stop himself from putting that "I did it first" dig in, when asking his friend if he'd like his company]

[deepend]

Okay.

[ the offer isn't met with any resistance at all; Haru's glad for it, actually. he knows himself well enough to understand how much he didn't want to get a job, so. chances were high that if he went alone tomorrow, he'd find distractions, or just get lost inside of his head. ]

... We can bring Makoto.

[gnasher]

[what's with that...]

I applied before him, too.

[deepend]

... It should just be us, then? [ is that what you want ... ]

[gnasher]

He can come if you want, I'm just saying I was first.

[MATSUOKA #1 ACCEPT NO IMITATIONS]

[deepend]

... [ oh yeah, he can't do the silence thing over the phone. no one can read his expression and force shit out of him. ]

Rin?

[gnasher]

[it makes no difference, in phone or in person -- Haruka Nanase is a mystery]

Haru?

[deepend]

[ ... more stupid silence. 9 month pregnant pause. ]

Your wrist ...

[ he starts, wondering how to actually initiate this. but it would be his way of making everything right after that shake up. ]

Soon, I'd like to swim with you. I don't want to hold back.

[gnasher]

[his wrist? where the hell did that come from? weren't they just talking about jobs, and Makoto, and how excellently qualified Rin is?]

[either way, it actually... makes him feel happy; sometimes he thought all his pushing and goading Haru was as selfish as Haru always complained about. it was hard not to feel that way, occasionally, with him always being the one reaching out]

[but here is Haru, reaching out to tell Rin that -- he misses racing with him, without any prompting. his heart feels like it's glowing, in response, and though Haru can't see it, so is his face (maybe Haru will intuit it, in the tone of his voice)]

You better not! It'll be good as new any day now, and you'll be sorry you ever wished me a speedy recovery. -- What's that got to do with anything, though?

[deepend]

. . . I didn't want to talk about jobs anymore.