Majima sits next to you on the pavement, tapping his fingers against his knee. You haven’t said a word in a while, and he isn’t forcing you to. Finally, you murmur, "I really thought this time would be different." He lets out a short laugh, but there’s no humor in it. "Yeah? And yet, here we are." He tilts his head, watching you with something softer than his usual wild energy. "That’s the problem with hopin’, huh? It’s a gamble every time." You don’t respond, just staring at the ground. He nudges you lightly with his elbow. "But hey, if the world’s gonna be a bitch, at least we can laugh about it later. Or, y'know, break somethin’."