[It's good. He gets it. Because for all the tender, loving rehab he's had since the end of the Mutual Killing Game, for the half a year he's now spent outside that loop of loneliness and death in space, Dave still struggles with the language of affection.
He gathers her right up and returns that hug, warm and alive, both of them.]
Merry Christmas, 'Neechan.
[He says the last in careful, deliberate Japanese. Like he's been practicing.]
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He gathers her right up and returns that hug, warm and alive, both of them.]
Merry Christmas, 'Neechan.
[He says the last in careful, deliberate Japanese. Like he's been practicing.]