cw: a lil touch of racism too, thanks yakuza

[ A slow drag on the dwindling cigarette before he puts it out against the metal sill. He reaches for one of Shaxx's hands, fingertips curling lightly. He watches the contrast of their skin tones contemplatively. In Tokyo, Shaxx wouldn't be allowed anywhere near him. What exactly is the life he's been living? It keeps washing over him how little he wants to go back to it and that's unsettling. It's the only surety he's had for a long time. He scoffs at himself, chin dipping for a moment before he pulls himself up. His other hand reaches up to caress the side of Shaxx's helemt. ]

Do me a favor?

[ Take it off. He wouldn't ask if it wasn't terribly serious. ]