"I didn't realize it would make that big a difference," Hakkai says, a little stiffly, avoiding Gojyo's gaze. He'd said he wanted a way to travel between their worlds to visit. Holidays was just....
Well, it was just the frequency he'd assumed they would see each other anyway, after the journey was done. Sanzo and Goku have important things to do that have nothing to do with Gojyo and Hakkai. Hakkai has never really liked being Sanzo's on-call enforcer for handling thieves and other temple problems, and doesn't mind the idea of missing those meetings. Goku is old enough not to need arithmetic lessons anymore.
So. Either that's a lie and Hakkai hadn't thought about until Gojyo protested and so scrambled to come up with a more acceptable solution. Or Hakkai is being honest and really is completely fine seeing those two only once in a blue moon. I didn't realise it would make that big a difference indeed.
Gojyo takes a long drag of his cigarette.
"You know," he says after a long moment, "at first I figured: 'he's been here for like two years; it makes sense that some things would be different'. But I really don't even know you anymore."
He turns away. Heads for the door. Without looking back, he raises his cigarette in a wave goodbye.
Hakkai stays where he is, standing beside the table, for a long, silent moment as Gojyo leaves.
Then, quiet and mechanical, he turns back to clear away the barely-touched beer bottles, and drops them off at the bar for disposal before he also lets himself out.
Re: [Evening, mid-September]
Well, it was just the frequency he'd assumed they would see each other anyway, after the journey was done. Sanzo and Goku have important things to do that have nothing to do with Gojyo and Hakkai. Hakkai has never really liked being Sanzo's on-call enforcer for handling thieves and other temple problems, and doesn't mind the idea of missing those meetings. Goku is old enough not to need arithmetic lessons anymore.
Re: [Evening, mid-September]
Gojyo takes a long drag of his cigarette.
"You know," he says after a long moment, "at first I figured: 'he's been here for like two years; it makes sense that some things would be different'. But I really don't even know you anymore."
He turns away. Heads for the door. Without looking back, he raises his cigarette in a wave goodbye.
"Thanks for the beer."
Re: [Evening, mid-September]
Then, quiet and mechanical, he turns back to clear away the barely-touched beer bottles, and drops them off at the bar for disposal before he also lets himself out.
Perhaps it's better now that he knows.
But... it does hurt.