“How do you know I don’t understand?”
“Listen,” the other man growled, fixing Kisuke with a glare. “I like you, Kisuke. You’re a good guy, a nice guy. Hell, you’re probably stronger than me. I know I may not always be the best for her, and I may not always be there to protect her, but can you honestly say you can be? Can you honestly say you’d ever be able to be there for her, like I am? Just shut your mouth and forget about her. You’re not right for Haru.”
“Not right for her? How do you even know?”
“I just do!”
“Sora, I don’t think you know anything right now. Look, let’s just focus on the mission. We can hash this out when we get back. Deal?” Kisuke held out his hand, his trademark smile back in place. Sora growled under his breath; he certainly didn’t want to shake Kisuke’s hand, but he really had no choice in the matter. The man was right. They needed to focus on the mission, not on figuring out the details of their own love lives, or lack thereof, in some cases.