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After losing Totsuka, Kusanagi does his part: logistics to arrange the funeral, solicits Mikoto's plan for what's next, then gets the gears turning. The night before the beginning of the end, Mikoto's staring at the wall like he's waiting until it starts.
It's not for himself Kusanagi reaches out, says goodbye the only way he knows Mikoto will hear. Not for himself he holds Mikoto through the only tears that will come. He's older, he's the responsible one, and he knows how to touch, kiss, fuck away the pain for just a little while.
It won't last. It never does.