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"It's more the taking off the cast to use both hands that I think they'll lecture me over," Dante says wryly. "Though... I don't think any misfire could be worse than Fynn getting the idea I was trying to get into Anya's pants."

That had been the worst ever.

That brings a roar of laughter out of Togusa, throwing his head back. "Wow. Nope, that wins it. Oh, you've gotten the best ones out of me. Better than John 'thinking of me in a skirt.' I didn't even ask who he was aiming for on that one."

"If that's winning it, I don't think I want to," Dante shoots back, shaking his head. He's going to go ahead and slide the cotton sleeve back onto his arm while he continues, "Anya's still underage. It could've been really bad if I hadn't been able to screencap how it cut what I was saying off."

But apparently he and Fynn have made some sort of progress, because Fynn had believed him...

"But are you really telling me the worst misfire you had was that picture of your friend going to me?"

How is that even fair...?

“I mean- nothing...else...blackmail-worthy.” But you know there was that other thing...

Togusa sighs and looks away, but it’s an amused grumble, not actually embarrassed. “Fynn’s got to be the magnet for this stuff, because I was asking for advice on whether or not to ask Gentiana out for lunch. Just as friends. And it ended up in his phone. Whoops.”

“I asked her,” quiet, a tiny smile that fades quickly. “Just keeping as friends,” he repeats. “I dont even know if we had anything to label as not-friends before she dropped off the app.” He reaches up and scratches at the back of his neck in that way he does when he’s nervous. “But I’m not walking away from her.”

Ah. For a moment, Dante doesn't know whether he envies Togusa or not--on the one hand, Gentiana is still here, still someone he might pursue. But at the same time, it's just as hard on Togusa as it is on him that their chosen people don't remember anything that they ought to--it's a losing situation either way.

"That's good," he says, reaching for the cast so he can put it back on too. And he means it. "We shouldn't have to leave all the people we care about behind. They can't ask us to do that after everything else they're putting us through."

Togusa absently nods, he knows this has to be a touchy subject with everyone. They've all lost people in some way or another. "I-" He's still clearly embarrassed about it to a degree. "I think I'm going into this with the right mentality. I wasn't going to feel comfortable expecting something that shouldn't be anymore."

"But they're still a part of our lives. The lives here that matter more than what Retrospec has in mind." A more firm nod that time.

He glances at Dante. "Sorry. I guess, sorry I couldn't be of more help all around."

Dante shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. I didn't come here thinking you were going to be able to make some diagnosis like a doctor. I just wanted someone else's opinion."

And he got it, even if it's unfortunately confirming what he'd been worried about.

"Thanks."

Togusa smiles a little in relief, and nods. "You're welcome, any time. If you've got to go before Grell starts looking for you, I get it. Just let me know what she says, especially if it turns out to be better than I thought."

Togusa reaches over to take over petting duties, since Daisuke does not look like he is wanting to move at all.

"I'd probably have a while before she started worrying," Dante says, but he's going to go ahead and get up from the couch regardless, pulling his sleeve down over the cast. "But I'll let you know." He reaches over to give Daisuke another scratch behind the ears, grabbing the messenger bag from the floor. "Thanks again, Togusa."

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