( It is not a pleasant description, but somehow Geto understands the longing for it. If something is all you know and you're removed from it a part of the craving will still forever linger, even if it's bad for you, even if it harms. )

It's a little funny, isn't it? The things we let write themselves on our bones.

( He wonders if it throws Silco off-kilter the way it does him, that lack of a fight. Though perhaps not. His friend seems the type to find one regardless. He's making a way for himself, involved in proceedings. Geto, on the other hand, fights only when he's told and barely, every other second is filled up with mundanity. The drink in his system tips desperately towards maudlinity. )

What else do you have in your life, Silco-san? Besides cooking the books. You have friends? Hobbies? A lover?

( Are they close enough to ask? Probably not. But he's doing it anyway. )