[ For a moment, just a split second, Obikawa pauses - the silence that Makoto had allowed to linger suddenly biting him like a snake in the grass. He's completely unprepared, the wit he'd have to so casually maneuver around the conversation suddenly vanishing; his pupils growing just a hint smaller as he turns his head completely to look at the youth beside him.

There's a hint of confusion as well as fear when he finally answers: ]

That's... good? Huh. What were we talking about just now?

[ His mind draws a blank, further and further away from the answer he knows is true - because he's seen it. The opposing figures that threatened the life of the man he took over with all the money he owed; the sensations of those moments were unfamiliar to him, but he does at least remember it. ]

That's right! Your messed up face! Hey, I'm really good at patching people up - my friend back home was always a mess 'cause of his job, so I'd help up sometimes when he couldn't do it himself. Aren't I such a good friend? [ His grip on Makoto's shoulder tightens. ] So when ya wanna blow off some steam just come to me. I don't want you hanging around with a bad crowd.