Rin had been staring at the image capture for hours, nursing her saké, and contemplating her meeting with Akio’s cousin. She’d been unprepared for how much Hirito looked like her dead husband. When she’d looked up to see the man standing at her table, she’d felt as if she’s seen a ghost. It had taken several moments before she was even able to speak, and she was distracted through the whole meeting.
Distracted enough to not question why Hirito needed time to “think about” her request for information. Did that mean something? Was he looking for the information? Or deciding how much the information was worth? Or warning the bastards? Or maybe he’d felt something too?
Rin found herself caring less about Hirito calling to give her information, and more about getting a chance to see him again.
Was that healthy? Or smart?
Rin realized that she didn’t really care about any of that. She tossed back the rest of the saké and picked up her commlink.
“Hirito? It’s Mibōjin. No, I’m not calling about the information. I was just wondering if you’d like to…have dinner. And talk. You know, about family. Or something…”