It wasn’t easy to be a teenager these days, especially if you were as troubled and wild as he knew Kuramochi was. Sawamura was quite certain that he grasped the words “fuck” and “kindergarten”, which he deemed a highly unfitting combination of words, but he didn’t scold him. Kuramochi looked away and out of the window again, muttering something under his breath. “Yes, to start with your side of the events.” “Start?” Kuramochi spat, throwing him a disgusted glance. He would be their mediator – yes, their shining beacon of hope, indeed! It was in his hands to guide and counsel these two lost souls. He would help Kuramochi and Nii – san, he was an adult after all and it was his duty. God knew he had done more than enough of that this weekend. The same silence, the same tension … the same waiting. This whole situation reminded him uncomfortably much of yesterday evening with Miyuki. It was quite plain that Kuramochi didn’t plan on starting a conversation. Sawamura doubted that Kuramochi was interested in the view as all it had to offer was an empty parking lot and a few pigeons pecking crumbs from the ground. The latter purposefully avoided his gaze, looking out of the window next to him. Nii – san seemed calm enough, drinking his tea in small gulps and glancing over to Kuramochi every now and then. They were sitting in an odd arrangement with Sawamura squashed between them on the sofa, almost as if he was supposed to be a wall between them. Sawamura squirmed as his eyes darted back and forth between Kuramochi and Nii – san.
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