[Private to Jay Zimin]

[fridgeninja]

[Souji's mental voice is quiet, subdued, even - not as open and emotive as Seth's usual enthusiastic mask.]

Hi.

We don't know each other's real selves yet, but...

If you need to talk, I'm someone who can listen.

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[amourtician]

Oh, believe me, dearest, you'll be singing a different tune in a few weeks. I'm nastier than I look!

But, ah. Do you mean that? That we're— that we're friends?

[fridgeninja]

I do.

[amourtician]

Ah.

Thank you.

You, ah. Probably have no idea how much that means to me.

[fridgeninja]

Maybe. But four years ago, I didn't have any friends at all. And I remember what that was like.

[amourtician]

Hell. Wasn't it?

I always had my twin— but no-one else. Until. Well. Until Lyova and Gigi.

[ Bringing them up is painful, but bittersweet, too. He'd give anything to have them here. Involuntarily, he tears up. ]

[fridgeninja]

I'm sorry. I got here before any of my friends did, at first...