Miauko

Kim “there will be time for sitting on benches after we solve the murder” Kitsuragi sits on the swings with you for at least an hour without a single complaint, not rushing you, playing along with whatever silly conversation threads you start, waiting for you to realize on your own that the crashed motor carriage in front of you is your own. He gently leads you towards this profoundly upsetting information, the most damning evidence thus far of how completely fucked you are, just, like, as a human. Reckless, impulsive, suicidal. When you eventually piece it together, he comforts you with sincerity. This is the man who reminds you at every conversational tangent that you are on a deadline, who has to be cajoled into playing a board game with you for a couple hours. And yet he sits with you on the swings until the tide goes out, all so he can catch you when you start to fall apart.