[Dice wants to yell. He wants to overreact. It's taking everything in him not to. For once in his idiotic, pointless life, he's trying to understand that his way isn't the only way. He's always been about people doing their own thing, living free, taking risks, but... Gentaro is the one thing he absolutely does not want to risk even for a moment.

He's never in his life regretted a bet, but he's regretting the one that got him into the commercial with all the heaviness in his gut.

But then he feels that familiar, dearly loved hand on his cheek, and he looks up, eyes still confused, glassy.]

Wh--

[Protesting the lack of action seems like the right way to do things, but that last line stops Dice in his tracks. Something else wells up in him alongside the fear, excitement. Gentaro still wants to be with him, even though he screwed up?

A grin breaks out, and he can't choke out words right away around the lump in his throat. Raising a hand, he places it over Gentaro's.]

I'd... I'd marry you tomorrow in front of everybody ever if you wanted it! Shit, Gentaro... You gotta know I'm not... I'm not gonna hurt you. Or let anybody come between us. And nobody, nobody gets me like you do. [Even if that's not always true, it feels good to think it.] Nobody's gonna see what you see in me, or get the me that you get. This whole fuckin' hot mess is all yours, now and forever.