[ . . . . buzen just sighs, a big, heavy thing. he brings his hands up to rang's face and - in the same gesture that so many people do to him - just makes him look at him. buzen meets his eyes evenly and pouts.]

... yeah, okay. I'm not telling you what to do. Your choice is still yours. But I care about you enough that I'm not just gonna let you hurt yourself and her because you're scared.

Things get better, Rang. They get easier. The times that we've had here all count for something - even if it's just a taste of how good life could be.

And even if you don't love me back, I do love you. I'm going to remember you for the rest of my existence, and I'm not gonna regret a single second.

Okay?