[ It dawns on him suddenly, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, the moment Landlord's magic wears off. It would be so much easier if he didn't remember any of it, but he does, and it tears at him from the inside. He was supposed to be Gintoki's last, eternal pillar of support, of understanding, something that wouldn't get compromised no matter how times changed. Things he said -- things he never believed, never would have -- to him, like tearing into still open wounds with a crowbar and a packet of salt. He's afraid to imagine how much it might have hurt. ]
[ He spends an hour at most being utterly disgusted with himself, and lamenting how such a "harmless" effect could have led to this - he underestimated their captor, this is the only explanation - before he slowly picks himself up and heads towards the house he knows Gintoki's been assigned to. ]
[ He has no idea if he's even there, but as he circles the house, wary of running into Ayame if he tries the front door, he does spot a familiar mop of white on the living room couch. Feeling his heart clench, he knocks on the glass. ]
action, backdated to whenever the rose event wears off
[ It dawns on him suddenly, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, the moment Landlord's magic wears off. It would be so much easier if he didn't remember any of it, but he does, and it tears at him from the inside. He was supposed to be Gintoki's last, eternal pillar of support, of understanding, something that wouldn't get compromised no matter how times changed. Things he said -- things he never believed, never would have -- to him, like tearing into still open wounds with a crowbar and a packet of salt. He's afraid to imagine how much it might have hurt. ]
[ He spends an hour at most being utterly disgusted with himself, and lamenting how such a "harmless" effect could have led to this - he underestimated their captor, this is the only explanation - before he slowly picks himself up and heads towards the house he knows Gintoki's been assigned to. ]
[ He has no idea if he's even there, but as he circles the house, wary of running into Ayame if he tries the front door, he does spot a familiar mop of white on the living room couch. Feeling his heart clench, he knocks on the glass. ]