It comes with the PTSD your sandy ass is lucky I ain't gonna sue you for. It's a part of movin' past the trauma until my brain bleach kicks in.

[If that's the nicest thing Kyouya's been called besides 'your highness' or 'your clipboardness'...not sure if sad or amazing. Jutting out his chin in what he hopes is a businessmanlike manner, he delivers the blow (......)]

I give you your specs back, forget you tried to fist me with the aid of many drinks, and you forget shootin' the shit about cockblockin' my paycheck. And we'll be square. What say you, boss?