Marriage in Ikebukuro

I scratched the back of my head and sighed. "Hey, Nami. Er..did I disrupt anything?"

"...What's up?"

I mentally sighed, she was avoiding the question so I probably did. "Um..so..I found out what Izaya does for a living."

"He's an informant broker, remember?"

"Well.. yeah that but...he...um.."

"What? What is it, Yuki. Is it that bad?"

"It is that bad."

"..."

"Um..you know what? I-I'll just call you back. It's fine. I'll get over it. Talk to you later."

Before she could protest, I hung up the phone and threw it on the couch, me following suit.

"Fuck it all to hell." I sighed, then groaning as I rustled my hair. I pulled out a pillow from under my back and placed it under my head as I drifted to sleep.

That's what I needed.

Sleep.