[Hakkai doesn't answer. He should. He knows he should. There's nothing salacious in revealing names. But it still feels wrong to divulge. If he remembers correctly, they ... never shared names with each other. Not until the end. So, the memory won't be saving him now.]
[The conversation continues in his silence - how Hakkai had been out for days, how the redhead had been dying to smoke the entire time - until the particular bombshell he'd been dreading to hear drops:]
"I take it you wanted to die."
[It doesn't have any less weight to it the second time around. Present!Hakkai stays as silent as his past self, the omission of words as much an answer as anything else.]
A friend. [Is all he manages to say, in the end.] My ah. Roommate. For a time.
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[The conversation continues in his silence - how Hakkai had been out for days, how the redhead had been dying to smoke the entire time - until the particular bombshell he'd been dreading to hear drops:]
"I take it you wanted to die."
[It doesn't have any less weight to it the second time around. Present!Hakkai stays as silent as his past self, the omission of words as much an answer as anything else.]
A friend. [Is all he manages to say, in the end.] My ah. Roommate. For a time.