Things at the Port Mafia were stressful, so you were on a late night walk to calm down before you exploded.

You were stood on the bridge, watching the stars, when you first noticed a streak of light across the night sky. You stood watching the meteor shower, before you heard a voice from behind you. A voice you knew. A voice you were supposed to hate.

A voice you didn't seem to hate.

Dazai: "Could I stand here?"