Majima throws an arm around your shoulders, squeezing tight. “Tch. People, huh?” You sigh. “Yeah.” He leans in, voice dropping into something serious despite his usual playfulness. “Listen, kid. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with givin’ people a hand. But don’t let ‘em take more than you wanna give.” You glance up at him. “I just thought it’d be different this time.” His grin falters just slightly. “Yeah. I know that feelin’.” He pats your shoulder, his voice light but honest. “Next time, make sure they deserve ya first.”