( it’s not bad. gentaro would feel just as dead inside if he was provided a long laundry list of all the things dice said or people he did when they weren’t caught up in each other’s beds. by no means would he be angry with dice, but the feeling that’d overtake him wouldn’t be great; he’d hate it.

dice’s words do make a great deal of sense. he shouldn’t dwell on what this place may or may not have forced him to do, what mistakes he made... he’s been given a gift, weirdly, a time and space to exist without consequence from his life before here, and now again with dice who looks so serious when he says he loves him.

starting today, he’s forgetting dice wasn’t his first. if it’s up to gentaro, dice will be his last; he’s tired of losing precious things and chances at being happy. )

I really am an idiot, aren’t I? ( he muses aloud and curls his fingers tightly in dice’s. ) All right. Starting now, ( he murmurs it and glances down at his device to confirm whatever weird moon date there is ) Anything before three weeks ago simply did not exist. ( his eyes flick back to dice, brighter and more gentaro like. ) By some miracle, I managed to convince Shibuya’s dearest MC Dead or Alive to choose life, and one with a cat and wrinkling old man.