[ Oh. Kaito doesn't like that. Not the words, mind you, but the emotions that follow them.

I'm a blink, he's in front of the Fixer, pressing a fresh, cold can to his neck. Pranked. Where the hell has he been holding all these? The Domain, most likely. ]

Forget I asked, okay? I don't need you getting depressed when we're supposed to be partying, old man.

—And for the record... I do. I miss being a little wilder, a little more free. But I wouldn't trade it for this. Or at least, what I had before I came here.

It's just a matter of perspective, and embracing your circumstances. For me, anyway.