[ he just can't stop thinking about the memory from their little adventure for a moment, there, and - about the one beau shared with him before, too. it aches, resonates, and he nods to kon. we are just one big sad cuddle pile now. ]

... yeah. Fuck yeah we will. We've got stuff prepared, we'll - let's knock this shit out. You're gonna truth punch the hell out of someone who hurt him.

[ like beau had said earlier in the week. if you can't make things better, then you shouldn't make them worse. ichiro liked molly, liked his life philosophies, and right now, he's gonna hold onto those, too. even if this week has been absolutely fucking terrible from beginning to end - it's not gonna finish out that way, if he can help it. ]