[ It's not like this is the first time he's been hugged. It's not like this is the first time someone has thought that they wanted him. He's good at being wanted. He's good at doing everything right. ]

I'll want you, too. [ It starts out uncertain. Cautious. But he wraps his arms around Kirigiri. Around a girl whose name he never really needed to know. And the first few words feel awkward, but he falls into a rhythm. ] I'll put all your gifts in bags. And I'll only ever hurt your feelings on purpose. And baseball doesn't really have to involve baseballs, it's better when it's just a lot of spreadsheets.

[ She can't see Hierophant. She can almost see him, but she can't. It doesn't matter so much anymore. It doesn't even matter that much that she can nearly see him. She can see what he represents. She can see how fucked up he is. He wouldn't be able to hide it from her if he tried. He's told her that he's a dick and he's tried to piss her off and he just started laughing like a madman in a conversation about her dead father that he started by fucking up when trying to outdo her fake valentines gift and she's still willing to want him. ]

We can not be garbage together.