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[Truth be told, he's mostly got iced coffees in his mini-fridge... which he does not need at all right now. He's trying to play the polite, calm host but neither of them are buying it, so he just drops heavily onto the loveseat and scrubs both hands over his face.]

I'm really sorry about this, Gansey-kun. This isn't your shit to deal with.

Remember whose idea it was to come here. [Gansey’s is his point. He takes a seat on the edge of Kunimi’s bed, closest to the loveseat across from him.]

Would you like to talk about it?

[That's a good point, though Kunimi doubts he could just leave someone in distress if he wasn't in the mood to offer comfort. They met because Gansey was worried about him getting caramel in his hair, for god's sake.

Still, that's enough to get Kunimi's face up out of his hands, and he smiles thinly.]

I, uh... I've had the same friend since I started junior high. Like, I know lots of other people and they're cool, but I kinda suck at making friends. [A self-deprecating little laugh.] It's just that when you do everything with one person for so long... it's like I didn't notice I forgot how to do anything without him.

[Embarrassing. Mortifying. But better than progressive panic attacks leading up to a full mental breakdown, so Kunimi pushes on miserably.]

So then this happens. This shit. Literally all shit I've never had to deal with before in my life. And it happens to just me. [Wait, that's not quite right.] Me and Fuckface Eagleballs.

[He was following you and halfway to a fully formulated response up to a point, but then he heard "Fuckface Eagleballs" and--]

Beg...pardon?

[Okay, that reaction gets a smile out of Kunimi. Thank god something still can. Not that it lasts long given the current topic of conversation:]

Shirabu Kenjiro. Little guy, kinda blondish hair in a stupid bowl cut, lives all the way up his own ass.

Ah. [Gansey gives a knowing, albeit somewhat uncomfortable nod. But Kunimi's smile is contagious, and Gansey's smile is always at the ready.] Shirabu, yes. I've spoken to him before. Not under quite that name, albeit.

["Fuckface Eagleballs". It almost sounds like something that Ronan might say.

[Actually, it sounds exactly like something Ronan might say.]

Not the friend from home you're referring to, I take it.

I'm lucky. Most of my friends from home are here with me - all of them, really. [His expression looks a little sympathetic - maybe a little apologetic - when he says that.] None particularly happy to be though. I'm not sure anyone is.

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