his words were rushed, & he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t nervous. whenever kaito talked about his home- his TRUE home, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. it wasn’t gakupo’s fault, but that didn’t ease his feeling of discomfort. he too was not from the city, coming from rural japan, but he had actively sought out something other than the life of stoic manhood FORCED upon him. he wanted to express himself, to ditch a life of restriction, but he knew that wasn’t the case for kaito. gakupo couldn’t help but to WISH that kaito could still be back there, but a selfish part of him was glad he was pursuing a career with his amazing voice. he was GLAD they met, GLAD they performed together, & GLAD they were friends.