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SEPTEMBER 25TH, 2020
Dig really didn’t want to admit it, but he was worried about Hypnos.
He didn’t know why he had completely disappeared after that news story came out - a part of him had its suspicions, but it made his heart ache in that uncomfortable way it always did around Hypnos.
The sleepover had proved two things to Dig: first, the majority of Hypnos’ friends were very tall, very strong women who were incredibly reckless, and two, that Hypnos was not as okay as he’d claimed. Dig had tried to get some time alone with him to clarify - he still felt guilty, and he didn’t think that was something he could really say around… everyone. At least, a mildly rowdy sleepover didn’t feel like the right atmosphere.
To be fair, Latino Night at the club also wasn’t the right atmosphere, but that was the chance Dig got. As soon as Hypnos stopped dancing with- Kiyoshi Ishigawa to go to the bathroom, Dig waited around to catch him as soon as he left. Hypnos looked a little bit shaken, but still on his feet.
“Hypnos- hey, are you doing okay?”
“Oh, hey... yeah.” He gestured vaguely behind him. “I was just... taking a break. And you?”
“I'm fine, not drinking.” Dig lifted his soda can with an awkward smile.
“Why not? Trauma from last time?”
Damn it, and he’d just forgotten that slip-up.
“No, I'm driving.”
“Oh yeah…” Hypnos blinked. “I forgot you don’t have a driver, you are the driver.”
Dig smiled. “You seem like you're not having as good of a time as you usually do, though.”
“I just have a lot on my mind.” He shrugged, then thought for a second. “Do you wanna go to a calmer place? You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself too much, either.”
Well, that was certainly better than right in the middle of the dance floor. “Sure.”
Hypnos led him to a small hidden staircase to the roof, guarded by a bouncer. He said something into his ear and the man let them pass. They emerged on a grass roof, tall enough that the sounds of traffic weren’t that much of a bother. They could still feel the thumping of the bass on the roof, but he was right in that it was far quieter than the interior of the club.
They sat on the grass, and Dig fidgeted with his can until he got the nerve to ask.
“Did... Ishigawa say something to you?”
Hypnos looked at him with a confused expression.
“Because, you know, you like him and all that…”
He was really confused. “What!? I don’t like him! And he doesn’t like me!”
“Oh.”
“We’re just friends.”
“But I thought... with the nicknames and the touching?” Dig glanced at the love bites. “And the. You know.” He gestured vaguely towards them.
“I don’t know what’s up with the nickname, but I don’t really mind nicknames. And the neck thing is... Well... We just do things sometimes.”
“Oh. I thought you were together.”
“Nope! No feelings attached. We are just friends that occasionally do things.” He said, extremely nonchalantly. “I was needy, he was needy. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Dig sighed, resigned.
“Sure.”
Hip nudged him gently. “Why do you wanna know if we’re together? Interested in him?”
Dig laughed drily. “Nope. Not at all. I… don’t like him.”
“Why? He’s a nice guy!”
“I don't know, he just gives me the wrong energy.”
“Why is that? Have you ever tried talking to him?”
A part of him knew exactly why. But Dig wouldn’t allow the word to materialize in his brain - after all, it would imply that Dig wanted what Ishigawa had with Hypnos. And he didn’t want that. Not at all.
“...I don't think it would be pleasant.”
Hypnos shrugged. “I still don’t get why you don’t like him, but I won’t push any further. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”
Dig chuckled a little. “You always do that. If I'm not comfortable I'll tell you.”
Hypnos stayed in contemplative silence for a little.
“You don't have to protect me, you know.” He gave him a side smile.
“I know, I just…” He sighed. “Words are hard. I just don’t wanna fuck up, I guess. You’re a nice guy, I enjoy your company. I don’t wanna fuck up our friendship.”
That amount of sincerity caught Dig off-guard.
“...I enjoy yours, too. It's not one comment that'll ruin it.”
The silence that came after was slightly uncomfortable.
“...In any case. Have you been talking to Yanna and Arachne? They seem to be really happy together.”
“I mean... I talk to them sometimes. I’m just too afraid to look pushy, but they seem cool.”
“Oh. They've been talking to me a lot.” He chuckled. “Me and Yanna have joked about ‘our’ girlfriend.”
Hypnos smiled at him, in that soft, genuine way only mothers and drunk people can. “I’m glad you’re going out more.”
“...I feel kind of bad.” He confessed.
His eyes went wide. “Why is that? Did you eat something?”
Dig laughed. “No, it's just a feeling. I… I feel like I'm just in the way of their happiness together. Even though everything between me and Arachne is all fake.”
“I mean, they seem to be very happy, you know. You kinda did them a favor. With... you know, the neck thing.”
Ah, yes, the day his father congratulated him on “becoming a man” when his “girlfriend” showed up to a meeting with a bite mark on her neck. That was the happiest he had seen Hiroto, and yet the most confusing day of his life.
“I guess so.”
“Your fake relationship helped them somehow. Please don’t feel bad about it. You are… an amazing guy.”
Dig was stunned by that, even though he knew alcohol was to blame.
“You’ve been trying so hard , don’t feel bad about it.”
“ ...Thank you.”
“No problem.”
He cleared his throat. “I, uh… I think you're one of the most genuine friends I've ever had.”
“I’m always here if you need me.”
“I could say the same.”
“Yeah… I wish I could tell you all that’s on my mind, but I’m not thaaat drunk yet.” Dig laughed. “I’m just drunk enough to say things I’ll regret in the morning.”
“Why? I don't think you've stepped out of line.”
“I had more than 4 glasses before you got here.”
Dig blinked. “...That's some resistance. Still, you haven't said anything bad.”
“That’s because I’m trying really hard not to say something stupid.”
Ah, fuck it. He probably wouldn’t remember this anyway.
“And what would you consider something stupid?”
Hypnos looked at the sky with an expression Dig couldn’t decipher.
“Oh, come on. Don’t do that to me.” He glanced at Dig. “Also, don’t look at me like that.”
He feigned innocence. “Like what?”
“Hot.” He muttered. “Don’t look at me with those eyes. It’s killing me.”
Dig smiled, but looked away.
“They're the only eyes I've got, you know.”
Hypnos grunted and dragged his hands through his hair, making it even more of a mess than before.
“I swear to God, you are going to be the death of me.”
Dig’s heart skipped a beat. He’d think about that later.
Or maybe never.
“Do you want to go back downstairs or just stay up here?”
Hypnos frowned. “I don’t wanna go back down.”
“The sky does look quite nice. Let's stay here, then.”
Hypnos looked up. “Yeah…”
Dig watched, perplexed, as Hypnos took off his jacket for seemingly no reason and laid on the grass, tossing the garment to Dig, who smiled fondly and laid next to him.
“Wear the jacket.” He slurred. “It’s cold. And you don’t have enough fat on you to keep you warm.”
“...You know me too well.”
He put on the jacket and laid back down.
“This is nice. Sky watching.”
“Even though there's about three stars?”
“Yeah. Do you know those 3 stars?”
“No. Do you?”
“Yeah. That’s part of Orion’s constellation. The belt, to be more precise.”
Dig turned his head to look at him. He continued: “Me and Thanatos used to do this all the time when we were kids. It just became a habit. Sky watching. Helps me relax. That’s the reason I have a nice little patch of grass at my place.”
They stayed in silence for a second, until Hypnos’ phone rang and he got up to take it. Dig checked his phone.
Andrew: did anyone at the bar see that?
gretchen: lil man im in the middle of two leggy brunettes i haven't seen SHIT
Tabbythecat: sorry coffee boy, I'm in a whole different bar
Nadia: i was a little busy
Ren: I saw Ishigawa with Yanna
Ren: yeah coffee boy, you not crazy
galle: itsme im thelittle busy
Oh, that’s not good. Dig saw he had a few messages from Yanna.
Yanna: already told ara
Yanna: I'm going to the hospital
Yanna: kiyo is taking me
dig: What happened?
dig: Is it the pain?
Yanna: exertional sickling
Yanna: too much exercise
Yanna: worse than pain
dig: I know he's already taking you, but is there anything I can do?
Yanna: nothing really
Yanna: but thank you
dig: Tell me if you do
dig: Take care
Hypnos came back looking worried. “So... Ishigawa is taking Yanna to the hospital, she’s in pain and can’t walk.”
“Yeah, she told me” Dig waved his phone.
“Do you want to go with them?”
“I... she told me to not worry. She told Arachne already, so… I guess there's nothing to do.”
Hypnos blinked.
“I just realized I lost my driver. Well, guess I’ll be taking an Uber home…”
“Do you want me to take you home?”
“I don’t want to bother you, I’ll be fine.”
Suddenly Dig needed this.
“It's not a problem, really. Just… tell me when you want to go home.”
His phone buzzed.
Arachne: DIG WHAT THE GUCK IS HAPPENING?
“Oh. Arachne is freaking out.”
“I mean, if you were in the hospital in pain I would be panicking as well. I mean, someone you really care about is in pain, would you not be worried? I know I would be so worried.”
Dig shot her a handful of texts relaying what Yanna had told him.
“...Of course.”
“I don’t know what I would do. I don’t know if my heart would be able to take it, so… please take care, okay?”
His drunken ramblings got to Dig’s heart. He would’ve never guessed he cared… that much.
“I hope you understand that applies to you, too.”
Hypnos laughed nervously.
“...That laugh worries me, but Arachne sounds angry enough to sprint across the Atlantic. You don't have to talk about it, but... you know.”
“…Let’s just say I had a hell week last week, and ended up in the hospital on Saturday and got one hell of a scolding from Thanatos. So now I go to therapy.”
Oh. “Oh. Did you... do anything reckless?
He started the list.. “Got dead drunk on Monday, had Ishigawa over from Monday night till Wednesday morning and then just wanted to die. Nothing out of the ordinary. And you?”
Dig frowned, letting the question hang in the air. “Why did you say you had a family emergency?”
“I just wanted to leave. That way no one would bother me.”
“Oh.” Shit.
“I just didn’t want to have a breakdown in the middle of class, you know.”
Shit .
“Well, uh, Arachne seems under control now. Do you want to go home?
“Would you stay over if we left now?”
Dig’s heart jumped. God, he wanted it so much. But he couldn’t.
Or could he?
“I... don't see why not…” His mouth said before his brain could control it. “I'll ask Fathom to cover for me.”
“Then I’m fine with leaving now.”
“It's been a while since I've been there with no other people.” Dig said, nonchalantly. Then he had an idea. “Help me up?”
Hypnos raised an eyebrow, amused. “Are you asking that from a drunk man?” He laughed. “Sure.”
“I mean... you're stronger. And I ‘don't have enough fat on my body’, apparently.”
What he didn’t say is that the idea of Hypnos lifting him effortlessly made him weak at the knees.
“Okay, grab my hand.”
Oh, his hand was big . Well, of course it was. Dig was just losing his mind at the physical contact. He started pulling himself up.
And then they both fell on the grass. Maybe Hypnos did have a point about being drunk. Dig started laughing to disguise how completely flushed he was at having Hypnos on top of him .
“Shit, are you okay there?” He asked, ever the worrier.
“I... guess I shouldn't have asked that of a drunk man after all.”
Hypnos was just… staring at him. Dig had to remember to breathe .
“...Hypnos? Hello, Earth to Hypnos?”
“You look... very attractive right now.”
Oh no.
“...So these are the things you say you're going to regret.”
“I wish I could kiss you.”
Oh yes .
“...What makes you stop at wishing?”
“I don’t want you to hate me and become distant.”
“That's... a fair assumption. I… I wish it wasn't.”
God, how he wished Hypnos was impulsive and reckless and just kissed him right then and there . But neither of them was willing to make that mistake, no matter how tempting it might be.
“...Well, let's get up, shall we?” Dig finally suggested, giving an end to his spiraling thinking.
“Honestly, I just wanted to stay here with you forever. But it’s getting late, so maybe we should.”
“Yes, we should.”
Neither man moved.
“...You're kind of on top of me.” Dig pointed out. “I need you to get up first.”
“Maybe one day I’ll stop being a coward and tell you what’s on my mind.” Hypnos muttered as he got up, loud enough to sound crystal clear to Dig. “Yeah, let me help you up. And try not to fall this time.” He teased.
Hypnos used both hands to hold on to Dig’s arm, and this time they didn’t fall. Regrettably.
Thankfully . That’s what he meant to think.
“Both hands, that's the trick.”
They didn’t let go of each other’s hands for a moment.
“Your hands feel nice.”
“Yours are... big.” Dig blinked. “Uh, let's go.” Before his brain shut off completely.
“Oh, sure, yeah.”
He only let go of one hand. Dig was fine with that.
Well, it was a packed club. He didn’t want to lose a drunk man in the crowd.
“Here we are, then.” He said, kind of awkwardly when they got to his car, in a private parking space a few blocks away from the club.
Hypnos hesitated, but let his hand go.
“So, you know the way to my place right?”
Dig rolled his eyes. “I've been there several times, Hyp.”
“Could be there way more, though.”
“If you’ll allow me.”
“Yeah? I invite you over all the time, but you are always with Arachne and Yanna or work. So I just usually call Galle or Ishigawa over, but Galle now is basically living with the hot teachers so it’s usually Ishigawa. He keeps me company.” He rambled as they got into the car.
Dig unconsciously glanced at the hickeys on his neck. “I've... noticed. I can't leave as much now, father's at home. Though he's supposed to travel tomorrow, so the next week should be... easier.”
Hypnos frowned, kind of adorably. “I don’t really like your dad.”
“Not many people do.”
They drove in silence for a while. Dig had to get it out of his chest. The guilt was overwhelming.
“I... thought you were so hurt by the news story, you didn't want me around.”
“Yeah... it hurt like hell last week.” That’s as much of a confirmation as he was going to get. “But it’s fine now. Besides, I shouldn’t have been so upset that you were dating. You’re my friend, I should be happy you were happy.”
Dig did not deserve this man. Not now, not ever.
“But I didn’t like the idea of the two of you together.”
“It's... a nice idea, but... unrealistic, I think.” Nice for his father, that is. “She's much happier with Yanna.”
“And on your side?” Hypnos looked at him. He kept his eyes on the road. “Is it unrealistic too?”
He sighed. “ ...I like her, but as a good friend. There was never anything.”
“I didn’t know. I thought that you went on a date after I left you at your place. I didn’t like that at all. I can’t really point out why.”
Did Hypnos say Dig was going to be the death of him? Because the opposite started to feel true.
“It shouldn’t be unrealistic.” He parroted the empty words.
“Feelings don’t make any sense. You can’t control who you like and what you like.”
It certainly felt like that when Dig was around him.
“I... guess not. It should be easier to deal with.”
“What should be easier?”
“Feelings. They're just a mess.”
“Yeah.” He let out a laugh. “I get the idea. Sometimes I feel like I’m on cloud nine and there are moments I feel like I’m in hell. But I’m feeling better these last few days.”
“Because of therapy?”
“That as well. That’s helping me with the general overthinking thing.”
“As well as… what?”
“You’re being mean now.”
Dig furrowed his brow. “What? I didn't- Oh. You mean him?”
Yeah, of course that helped him feel better.
“What? Nah, he just helps me get my mind out of you .”
He paused. Dig paused. Dig had to remember he was driving.
“...Forget I said that.”
“...I'm sorry I caused you pain.” Dig’s mouth started speaking. “I... I don't know what to do with myself. Ever. I wish I could be as honest about myself as you are.”
And that was the truth, wasn’t it? Everyone around him is… out and loud and proud. And yet, here he was. Denying himself happiness for almost a decade because he had to.
“I’m not honest, I’m just drunk.”
God, drunk Hypnos was really precious.
“I mean, in general. You're not ashamed of being who you are. You don't stop yourself from doing fun things, like I do. There's just... something in my way. And I don't know how to get around it.”
“You fear your father, I simply hate mine.” He said, as if that was the solution to all problems. “And I only do what I do ‘cause I know he needs me and can’t simply get rid of me. Besides, I got blackmail on him.”
“Wait, what?”
“On my dad. He fucked up, I caught him slipping, more than once.”
Well, that’s news. Dig would certainly see Duncan Blair with different eyes now.
“Besides, he only has 2 kids, one obnoxious queer and a fluff ball of anxiety.” Dig could guess which was which. “And since I don’t faint almost every time I have to speak in public he couldn’t simply give me up. I’m rambling, sorry.” He shook his head. “You don’t need to know about my family shit.”
“Don't apologize.” I could listen to you talk for days . “You know a lot about my family. Besides, it's... amusing.”
“My family mess?” He laughed. “I’m glad you think it’s amusing.”
“No, I mean, the way you talk about them.”
“I’m just stating the truth! Father is a greedy idiot, mother was kind but hated her life. Growing up on a Victorian manor is interesting, but I would not recommend my family settings.
“See, you can make anything sound amusing.”
“People usually say I’m annoying, but thanks.”
Dig rolled his eyes as he pulled into Hypnos’ garage. “You tell good stories. We're here.”
Up in Hypnos’ apartment, Dig realized he was the sober one by a lot. “Do you want me to help you get set up?”
“I’mma take a shower.” He mumbled. “Do you wanna join me?”
Dig froze for a second. God, he wanted it, but…
“I'll pass. I'll sleep on the couch, you have no say in this.”
“No way!”
“You're the one who's drunk! You need your rest.”
“There is no way I’m letting a guest sleep in that thing! You are the guest!”
“Go take your shower.” He smirked at him. “Maybe I’ll join you next time.”
Hypnos stepped very close to him, holding Dig’s face in his hands, dead serious. “You gotta stop looking so cute.” Dig couldn’t not stare up at him. Even with the alcohol breath right on his face. “For real. I’ll kiss you if you don’t stop. I’m really holding back. Stop looking so pretty all the damn time.”
Dig smiled unconsciously, then tried to school his face back to something respectable. He couldn’t.
“..It's my face, there's nothing I can do about it. You're... really drunk, though.”
“If I was really drunk I would have kissed you already. I told you this. I’m just drunk enough to say things on my mind without thinking of the consequences.”
Dig pulled Hyp’s hands from his face, then he had a thought.
Hyp? They were at the point of nicknames already, weren’t they?
“You did. Let's compromise, we'll both sleep in your bed.”
He put one of his hands on Dig’s shoulder. “I... just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Your bed is big enough.” Dig reassured him. “Go take your shower.”
“Ok, wait for me, ok?”
Just when Dig was about to answer, Hypnos kissed his forehead and left.
He could feel his face getting warmer and warmer. So that just happened. The weight of the whole thing dawned on him when he picked up one of Hypnos’ shirts to sleep in, taking down his ponytail.
There was only one course of action. Even though she was probably worried out of her mind about her girlfriend.
dig: Arachne
dig: Arachne I think I did something bad
dig: Arachne I think I flirted with Hypnos all night
Arachne: do tell
Thank God she was an expedient texter.
dig: He just kissed my forehead
dig: I proposed we sleep on the same bed
dig: He's said he wants to kiss me a dozen times
dig: Why is this good
dig: I can't stop smiling
dig: He's drunk so I'm counting that he won't remember it but
dig: I will
Arachne: well
Arachne: I don't see the problem in that
Arachne: you're smiling and you feel good
Of course she wouldn’t.
dig: My father hates him
dig: My father can't know I'm
dig: I can't
dig: Be
dig: You know?
Arachne: I know
Thank god she was his friend.
>My father hates him
Arachne: to be fair, your father hates everyone
Arachne: sometimes you can't be for the public
Arachne: but in the sidelines
Arachne: enjoy
He hated her.
dig: Shit
dig: It's Hypnos, though
dig: I don't know why he's different
dig: But it does
dig: It does change something
He didn’t know how much time had passed, but Hypnos walked out of the shower wearing…
dig: I'll think about this in the morning oh no
dig: Arachne he's only wearing a towel
Arachne: do you wanna see him without it?
dig: ARACHNE
“Are you going to put some pants on?”
“Yeah, I’ll get my pajamas now. What are you wearing?”
“...I stole one of your shirts, like last time.”
“Do you have any pants on?”
“...No.”
“Do you want some?”
“Sure.”
“I usually don’t sleep with pants on, but I will to respect you. I’ll go grab you a pair of sweats.”
“Thanks.”
He came back wearing only pants, holding an extra pair as well.
"Here you go." He tossed it in the direction of the bed.
"Thanks." Dig repeated, putting on the pants underneath the covers. "Okay, you can come in once you're decent."
Hypnos looked down at his half naked state. "But… I'm decent…" he mumbled.
"Are you grabbing any of the pets?"
"I'll just leave the door open." He sighed. "Do I really have to put pants on?"
Dig raked his eyes over him, taking in his broad chest and his defined abdomen. And his arms - well, he knew Hypnos was a cuddler.
"...I guess you have pants on, that's decent enough." Was it this hard to breathe all the time?
"Well, I guess the left side is mine then. I’m just beside you, if you need me."
"Alright." Oh, does he need him.
He continued. "I wake up easily, so tell me if you need anything."
Dig involuntarily smiled. "Hyp, go to sleep. I know how to get around your house."
"I know, I know."
The tender, sleepy expression on his face made Dig's heart ache.
"Well then… goodnight." He turned his back to him.
"Good night, dear." Hypnos muttered, causing warmth to bloom inside Dig's chest. He smiled involuntarily, and curled in on himself tighter.
━━━✦❘༻ 岩谷 ༺❘✦━━━
SEPTEMBER 26TH - MORNING
Hyp: hey Dig, I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry
Hyp: I said things I didn’t mean to
Hyp: it’s ok if you’re mad
Hyp: I just wanted to apologize
Hyp: I’ll go swimming for a bit, so I won’t see if you message me
dig: I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself
dig: You... have nothing to apologize for
dig: I was the one who took issue with something that was none of my business
Hyp: you don’t have to like Ishigawa and I’m sorry for what I said
Hyp: I don’t really remember last night, but I’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable
dig: Of course you don't remember…
Hyp: I remember what I said I just don’t really remember the context of it
dig: Well, I told you this last night, and I'll say it again
dig: You don't need to apologize so much
Hyp: things are just a bit foggy
dig: You're important to me
dig: It's not one thing that'll make me hate you
dig: If I'm uncomfortable, I'll tell you
Hyp: thanks
Hyp: so.... would you like to have lunch tomorrow?
Hyp: I still feel bad for what I said
Hyp: so I thought that maybe lunch could... be nice
dig: Yes
dig: It could
Hyp: you could also come over, if you want
Hyp: I could show you the pools and the sauna...
Hyp: we could have a spa day...
Hyp: if you want, that is
dig: I'd be alright with anything
Hyp: nice
Hyp: so, spa day tomorrow? Wanna invite yanna too? Or would you rather it be just the 2 of us?
dig: Just you and me
Hyp: ok
Hyp: you should also bring some extra clothes
Hyp: In case you ever stay over...
dig: Right
dig: As if any visit doesn't turn into a sleepover when my father's out
Hyp: yeah…
Hyp: also... I kinda want my jacket back
dig: Right! I forgot
dig: I'll bring it
Hyp: just tell me if you wanna keep it
Hyp: I don’t mind getting a new one
dig: No, it's yours
dig: I wouldn't wear it as much, anyway
Hyp: I really dont mind
Hyp: besides, apparently you don’t have any jackets
Hyp: so I don't really mind
dig: ...I have blazers
dig: I didn't use to go out in the cold so much, you know
Hyp: ...
dig: It was either a blazer or a parka
Hyp: keep the jacket
dig: I'll still bring it
dig: But I'll be wearing it
Hyp: sure
Hyp: if you decide to leave it here, I’ll keep it in the dig section of my closet
dig: Oh, there's a Dig section in your closet?
Hyp: will be
Hyp: that’s why I’m telling you to bring some clothes over
Hyp: in case you stay over
Hyp: so you don’t always have to sleep with my shirts
Hyp: or wear my stupid shirts the next day
dig: I like your stupid shirts
dig: They're comfortable
dig: But I will bring some extra clothes
dig: Anything else?
Hyp: bring yourself
Hyp: and I guess that’s it
dig: Alright then
Hyp: also, do you have any preference for hair or skin products?
Hyp: I also realized I gotta dye my hair again
Hyp: cause my roots are showing too much already ;-;
dig: Hair
dig: If I don't hydrate it often, it'll get all... dry and weird
Hyp: do you have a preference on the product or whatever I have is fine?
dig: Whatever you have
Hyp: ok
Hyp: I’ll take good care of your hair tomorrow ;)
dig: I hope you will
dig: It's my best feature, you know
dig: Well...
dig: Forget it
dig: I'll see you tomorrow
Hyp: you are your best feature
Hyp: you are pretty, ok? Don’t think otherwise
dig: That's what you said yesterday
dig: I was going to poke fun at it, but you don't remember, so
Hyp: ...
Hyp: actually...
Hyp: I remember what I said
dig: Oh
Hyp: I just don’t really remember the context and how you reacted to it
dig: Well
dig: It wasn't negatively
dig: In fact, I think we didn't disagree the whole night
dig: Take that how you will
Hyp: oh
Hyp: I see
Hyp: so...
Hyp: ok
Hyp: I...
Hyp: I’ll just say I don’t regret telling you what I did yesterday
Hyp: and that’s what’s on my mind
Hyp: I really care for you
dig: I care about you, too
dig: And I'm glad it wasn't all a result of the alcohol
━━━✦❘༻ 岩谷 ༺❘✦━━━
Hyp: hey dig
Hyp: you don’t have to worry about ishigawa, ok?
Hyp: we really don’t have any feeling for each other
Hyp: if the whole company thing bothers you so much I don’t mind stopping it
Hyp: I don’t want you to get mad over it again
Hyp: I really care about you
Hyp: like, really
dig: It's...
dig: Okay it's not fine, I'm really jealous
dig: He's driving me mad
dig: It's not so much the thing in and of itself
dig: But it seems he's going it on purpose
Hyp: he might be
Hyp: he did leave more hickeys than normal when he knew you were going to visit
Hyp: so it might have been on purpose
dig: hm
dig: Well, that's enough of him
dig: We're going to sleep
dig: Have sweet dreams
Hyp: night
Hyp: have sweet dreams
Hyp: I’m looking forward to tomorrow
dig: Me too