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✰Omoide no yokocho✰ episode #22 transcript — excerpt 〚April 16, 2018〛

SUGURU: So we're answering this question now—

SATORU: Yes, that's what we've been doing for the past few minutes.

SUGURU: Shut up, Satoru.

(Giggling sounds)

SUGURU: The question is, how do you repair a friendship?

(Silence.)

SATORU: Well, that's a familiar one, eh Suguru?

SUGURU: Well.

SATORU: Dear question-asker, the answer to that is easy. You don't.

SUGURU: I'm not sure that's sound advice.

SATORU: No, listen—as far as friendships go, I think it's a police tape kind of thing. If you can step through because you're welcome, then by all means, go. But if there's irreparable damage...say, maybe you're the murderer or something, then you definitely won't cross, right?

SUGURU: Hmm, you do make a pretty convincing point.

SATORU: Of course I do.

SUGURU: Have you ever tried to repair a friendship?

SATORU: No...no. If I know it's done, it's done. But I have good spidey-senses. Sometimes people think it's done when it actually isn't, and then they lose all the trust and companionship they've built up with other people. If you know how to see through what face value tells you, though, you'd definitely know that sometimes you can come back and it would be okay. It never ended in the first place.

SUGURU: That's pretty deep.

SATORU: I have profound thoughts, yes. How about you, my dear co-host?

SUGURU: I have a name.

SATORU: Question still stands.

SUGURU: Well, for me...I have this tendency to leave first. Or consider things as done. That's worked well for me so far, but I think it's going to bite me in the ass at some point.

SATORU: It really will.

SUGURU: Thanks, that was reassuring.

SATORU: So there you've got it, question-asker.

SUGURU: We sound so credible right now.

SATORU: I know, right?

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10:03 PM 〚May 19, 2018〛

The booth feels uncomfortable. Well, not only the booth, actually, but Satoru doesn't wanna think about it. He stares at the half-empty glass of water in front of him instead. He could feel Shoko fidgeting beside him.

Suguru's staring at the glass too. Satoru looks somewhere else.

"Shut the fuck up, you guys," Shoko groans, cracking under the silence. "Drinks? Food?"

"Nah," Satoru says the exact same time Suguru says "No." Shoko sighs for the third time in as many minutes.

Satoru smiles evilly. "Well, Suguru, spit it out."

Suguru throws him a glare and scratches the back of his head. "Don't persecute me for this," he begins, and settles his hands neatly on the table. "I invited you guys here today because I wanted to celebrate something—which I will reveal later, Satoru, sit down please—but I uh..."

Satoru smiles even more. He imagines his face looking a little grotesque right now, judging by the way his smile seemingly reaches both ends of his face. That's okay, though, he can always have botox in the next thirty years or so. Or maybe those stem cell facial procedures that's all the rage right now, who knows? "But what, Suguru?"