"Niro, let's get a drink." With that one sentence, I knew—you broke up again. You'll probably sit there complaining before crashing at my place. I glanced around the room, roughly cleared the clothes scattered on the floor, put on my jacket, and headed out.

When I get to the izakaya near the house, I see you've already ordered drinks. I raise a hand and walk over to you.

Broke up again, Pig?