[ Laurent is dangerous when he's bored. He can't sit still -- Dorothy instilled a need for movement in him. The parts of her that got absorbed into him - nearly haunting his being - demanded forward momentum and excitement. Things were laid to rest but he couldn't untangle her from him. He couldn't go back to being the more conscientious man he was before he met her. ]

I haven't been responsible for anything before. It might be interesting if it bears fruit.

[ Then his mouth tightens and he pauses, staring at Makoto silently for a moment. Oh, he is aiming low, isn't he? He can't help but see it as a rib. Like Makoto continued to see his pain as a target after all he'd done. Maybe he deserved it, but it still jerks something under his ribs.

But he smiles easily before long and looks down at the weeds he's continuing to unearth. ]

I think you know very well that I'm done with that sort of thing, but have at it if you plan to go into things heart open.