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Togusa

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[frostythehitman]

George stares at the officer as if he can tell he's lying somewhere, somehow. It just smells fishy. That such a surgery could exist without him even hearing a peep about it has him skeptical...but after a few moments, he thinks, maybe it makes some sense after all.

Not that that makes this any better. What's done is done, after all. And now his family has to deal with the consequences of this driver's recklessness. Consequences that the driver will never have to face themselves, no less.

He sighs. "Alright, fine. We'll just have to roll with the punches here on out. But first thing tomorrow, I'll be taking him back to the hospital for a second look. And a prosthetic." The last portion is directed more obviously at James, but then he turns his attention back on Togusa. "Thanks for the information, officer."

In the background, James raises an eyebrow, impressed. He can hardly believe that Togusa's lie actually worked.

[standalonehuman]

There are a few secrets to telling a good lie. Togusa can’t take the ‘convince yourself that it’s the truth’ route. If he had more of a choice, he wouldn’t have picked a story that wrapped up quite so neatly. So instead he’s peppering his account with as much genuine emotion as he can. What he’s showing is how he truly feels about the situation: frustration, sorrow, and heartbreak.

And a little bit of guilt that he didn’t get this whole thing figured out in time to protect James.

So he is able to meet George’s doubtful gaze until he relents. He closes his eyes and nods in response to George’s plan. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out one of his cards to hand it to George. “I know there might not be much more that I can do. But if you think of anything, dont hesitate to give me a call.”

He looks at James, “That goes for you, too.” He’ll be open about that, as well. Holds James’ eye for a second.

He shakes his head. “These are the worst, where there’s not a criminal to go after, no sense of justice. So. If I can, I would like to help.” It isn’t fair. That, too, is genuine.

[frostythehitman]

James looks back at Togusa and nods. He already knows that, whatever comes next for him, whatever doctors his dad takes him to see, he's already putting his trust in Grell and Togusa. They're more trustworthy than just about anyone else at this point by virtue of being on Retrospec.

George takes the offered card and stares at it a moment, then back up at Togusa with a look of exhausted skepticism. "Help with what, exactly, officer?" After all, the perpetrator's already dead. Like he said himself, there's no justice to pursue in this case. What more can the police offer?

[standalonehuman]

Togusa finally balks at the question, and his shoulders visibly slump. "I don't know. But, days like this don't sit well with me. If there is something else I can do, I want to know about it." Like with James, this isn't Officer Togusa making the offer, but just Togusa. Even if it's outside of his official capacity.

But he should go before he overstays his welcome, so he nods to George. "I'll leave you to it." His eyes settle on James, and he gives one more serious nod. He's said all that he truly needs to. And deep down, he is grateful that James is even allowing someone to help him when he needs it. Today was the worst day of James' life, one of the worst of Togusa's. But it could have gone even worse.

[frostythehitman]

James returns the nod, hoping that the message gets across with the one gesture: I'll be fine, I can take it from here.

George sighs again, this time more resigned than annoyed or anything else. He gives the card another look before tucking it into his pocket and leading Togusa to the door.

"Thank you." He's said it already but he feels the need to reiterate--this time in a more general sense. "Have a good evening."