broca

Hell yeah! Can't beat a bro up on an empty stomach!

You've eaten, haven't you? I'm not pulling any punches today.

Neither am I.

There's still time to back out of this.

No. We're doing this, Chiave.

Because you'd never give up on 'helping' me if we don't, would you?

Of course not! You and Aosta are my bros. I can't just leave you alone.

You're saying you don't need my help? You don't need your bros anymore?

...You and Aosta are still my bros for sure.

Then let us help you!

Er, could you keep me out of this?

Us being bros has nothing to do with it!

I'm allowed to want to solve my own problems!

You stubborn cretino!

You're the stubborn one!

Looks like my fist and my spanner will have to remind you that the Chiave Gang is inseparable!

Then my fist and my drill will have to tell you that even bros need some personal space!

Well, I never needed any, you stronzo!

But I do!

What the... my stomach—

My stomach... it hurts...

Aosta... you set me up—

...Sorry, Chiave.

Aosta, is he still angry?

Of course he is, after what you said.

He even asked me if he pissed you off recently.

...*sigh*

I know he honestly wants to help me.

But...

That's just the kind of guy he is. Everything he has, he wants to share with the people around him. He doesn't understand that some people need their own alone time.

He wouldn't be Chiave if he listened.

True.

Which is why I need your help.

In a corner of the Engineering Department, Chiave lies feebly on a bench, gazing up at the ceiling while holding his stomach, giving the impression that he has never been so bewildered.

Aosta sits by him with a bag in his hands.

Broca got you some medicine from Medical. Take it and you should feel better tomorrow.

Dammit.

I still don't get it.

Shouldn't bros share everything with each other, no matter what?

Bros, lovers, family... Even in relationships like that, people keep secrets from each other.

Sometimes, we even keep secrets from ourselves.

You might be the only person on Terra who'd ask a question like that.

So you're keeping things from me too?

Yeah.

Then what do I do? Do I just have to accept it?

Maybe—

In the distance, Broca is standing at the door to an Engineering workshop, ready to go.

He takes one concerned glance towards Aosta and Chiave. Aosta nods to reassure him.

Broca lets out a sigh of relief, then brings his drill into the workshop along with the materials he prepared.

But maybe sometimes all we have to do is to wait.

Then, we greet our bro with a smile.