Hakkai looked torn between outrage and bewilderment, like he didn't know if he should be really pissed at me or if he should be asking me if I felt all right, but I knew he was totally offended.
I didn't mean to offend him; I didn't even think it would offend him—it probably wouldn't have, if it weren't about Kanan.
"How could you even ask me that? Don't you already know the answer?"
"It's like having a fuck buddy?"
"What?"
"I said, is it like having a fuck buddy?"
Hakkai almost tripped over a rock the size of my head, looked at it like it was supposed to explain how it had gotten to be right in front of him, stammered, "A-are you asking me if being in love is like having a fuck buddy?"
I shrugged, "Guess so."
"Gojyo. Gojyo…" he shook his head, pityingly, "Gojyo, please tell me that's one of your extremely distasteful jokes."
I met his eyes. "Do I look like the guy who knows?"
"Naturally, you can infer-"
"I don't even know what that word means."
"Still, even you should be able to understand the differences between those two things."
"Well, I don't. I'm asking you to tell me."
( From the chapter 8 of the fanfiction "Missions", by Zaney HacknSlash )
Poor broken characters... I dunno if i should symphatize with Gojyo (for whom love is still a foreign concept because of the extremely violent step-mom he grew up with), or with Hakkai (whose dear lost soulmate has just been compared to a f-buddy).
I've always felt sad for both anyways. XD
