Junpei. [Natsume repeats it, and suddenly he's smiling, the first real smile he's given all night -- not forced, not just to be polite. Warm and genuine and bright.] Hi, Junpei.

[Then his expression goes somber again, a bit of that strained, pained look from before as he shakes his head.] No, that's -- I'm not trying to play out some heroic fantasy. This is real life. This is your life.

[He hesitates, then reaches out for one of Junpei's hands again, gently.] The only thing I want you to pretend, for the next -- [Natsume pauses, checks his watch, because yes, he wore a wristwatch to a nightclub.] -- fifty-five minutes is that I'm not trying to trick you or trap you or use you or manipulate you. That maybe, for the next fifty-five minutes, I'm being sincere.

[He laces their fingers together, offers a little smile.] Can you do that?