[The only other time he has "seen" Gen this happy... is in the strange mirror of the labyrinth when Gen was with Reiji. And, truthfully, D prefers Gen this way. Happy. It's not that he excuses the shitty things Gen has done to people here, to even himself, but D prefers Gen happy.

It's an almost pretend happy, but it's happy.]

Am I.

[It isn't a question on purpose.

The push doesn't stumble him, but he doesn't resist stepping slowly backward, one foot at a time, until he gets to the bed. He does sit down actually. He sits and doesn't expect Gen to climb into his lap even if he should, so it's with a little surprise when he falls backward onto the bed. If Gen likes hair, he gets to look at a lot of it just fanned out behind D's shoulders. The lashed, sad eyes which look up at Gen, unwavering.]

You're the one who propositioned me. [This is not a denial for what Gen said, however.] There are no take-backs. You told me that.

If you're asking why I'm going through with it... maybe it's because I understand.

[That Gen is also lonely.]