Another misstep. Another stumble. Another wrong pitch.
He was trying so, so desperately to pick up the pieces of his crumbled unit, but the harder he tried the more hopeless it seemed.
"Maybe we should just give up," he said, sipping gloomily from a bottle of water, "Tenshouin destroyed us, Junichi is gone, we have nothing left."
Long, light green hair swayed as Mikio shook his head, "I'm not giving up on you, Aki. I'm not giving up on us."
Akihiko, leaning against the practice room wall, let himself slide down until he was seated on the floor. He put his head between his knees and sighed pitifully.
“What is wrong with you? Don’t you know a lost cause when you see one?”
A pause, and then footsteps as Mikio crossed the room to kneel in front of his snowy-haired partner.
“No, I don’t. One of my many character flaws. This is how it works. You watch my back, I watch yours.”
He stood up again and reached out his hand.
"Come on, one more try. I know we can do this."