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[pale_blue_arrow]

This is Brendan Frye. If it's urgent, you might have a better chance o' tracking me down on foot. If I'm not answering, chances are I've gotten in over my head with something, not that I'm refusin' to give you the time of day. So leave me some words and I'll get back to you as soon as I don't have a fire to put out.

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[siriusly]

This is the kind of language Manabu's still trying to learn -- still trying to no longer be afraid of. But at least, here, there's no pressure to do anything but simply be, and that's easy. It's the kind of bar he'll suspect is suspiciously too low, of course, but...later, not now.

"Mm-mn," he says, withdrawing a little so he can look back at Brendan. "You'll need more than some SDF officer to make your way out here. You'll need some ID, clothes, a place to stay, something to do..."

He lifts his free hand and brings it up, carefully bringing it to the side of Brendan's face, using his thumb to swipe at some of those tears. Brendan's still taller, but...smaller, here, because of this table-flip of worlds. Now Manabu can take the lead.

"But that's not going to be a problem, because I'll be there the whole time, yeah? It's a promise. I won't ever abandon the person I love."

[pale_blue_arrow]

They've got time, now, here, for Manabu to learn how to get used to that kind of talk and for Brendan to learn to tone back the more intense aspects of his personality when it comes to romance. It won't be without mistakes, sure, but he's not afraid to try with Manabu, because he knows Manabu won't give up on him. They'll figure this love thing out if they've got each other to lean on.

He sighs slightly. He can't forge IDs here like back home or even the makeshift ones for bars he'd used back when they had superpowers. That'll take some getting used to. Living life honestly as a whole is a huge change. He never thought of himself as someone who could have a real chance at that sort of life.

Leaning his head into Manabu's hand, though, looking into his eyes, he thinks he could try. "I know you will be. You'd never have left if that damn Porter gave you a choice in it. I'll find something to do - something not dubiously legal, for once, 'cause I owe it to you to be better than that here. We'll make it. I'll make smart-aleck remarks the whole way, but don't ever doubt that I'm gonna try my hardest and that there's nowhere else I'd rather be, Sunset."

[siriusly]

"Mm!" Manabu smile gives off some of that typical energy he gets when he's got his mind set on working hard. "I know. So work hard, yeah? I've got your back. For certain."

He says so twice -- once aloud, and again by leaning forward to kiss him properly. His...'accent' is a bit rough and needs work, but there's no shortage of earnestness behind his effort. It's a kiss that carries all the good will he feels...and the anxieties, because offering up everything means nothing gets left behind like lost luggage. An earnest, honest effort to try his best, even when he doesn't understand. It's the same kind of promise he's always made, just...articulated better now, more confidently.

It's the kind of kiss he'd see in those cheesy romance films on TV right at the end, where things pan out at the train or carriage or whatever is heading off into the sunset and the credits go up. And even though that's the last anyone ever sees of the lovers riding along, there's no doubts about the happy ending.