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Nagi had come back from Side B, joining Blue Lock on the world stage once more.
“It’s your turn, Nagi Seishiro.” Ego had said, as Nagi reclaimed his rightful place in the team- now clad in the Japanese national team uniform.
“We’ve been waiting for you, Nagi.” Reo smiled, like he had always believed in him, and not like he had left Nagi out to dry.
It was a tough few weeks, as Nagi reintegrated into Blue Lock life. For one, he had come back sporting injuries on his wrists. Reo could see it as Nagi hissed in pain just doing simple things like picking up his water bottle.
Reo went into overdrive helping Nagi, overcompensating for his crushing guilt that threatened to swallow him whole. They didn’t talk much about the blocking, the things that happened when they were separated. Reo knew his limits though, he wouldn’t help Nagi on the field, but in his daily life Nagi definitely needed his help.
Nagi’s mood was all over the place these days, wanting to reclaim his independence yet limited by the soreness in his wrists. He picks a fight with Barou over nothing, after he had compared his new personality to Kunigami’s.
“Okay calm down Nagi-kun.” Reo had called out, as he broke the two up. “I’ll give you another one of my famous massages like I used to, so relax, okay?”
Nagi shoots one more warning glare at Barou, before reluctantly walking back to Reo’s side. Reo heaves him back up into a piggy back and delivers him to the medical bay.
“I missed Reo’s massages.” Nagi says quietly, his doe eyes giving away the true sentiment. I missed you.
“Are you sore, treasure?” Reo presses against the jut of Nagi’s shoulder blades. “Don’t worry, I’ve been trained by experts in being a masseuse.”
“Wow, Reo’s amazing.”
Reo heats up the massage oil in his palms and keeps kneading down Nagi’s back. Nagi’s a bit thinner now, after Side B. Has Nagi not been eating? Reo resolves to feed him more, as he rubs Nagi’s arms.
They continue like this in silence, the only noise coming from the slick noises that came from Reo’s slippery hands against skin. It almost felt like they were school kids back in Hakuho, before the weight of the world had forced them apart over and over again. Life was simple, back then. However they’d both changed, neither of them were the same people who had laughed so carefreely in the light of the eternal sunset.
They weren’t really known for communication, rather opting to fall back into their old routine of being glued to the hip. It seemed like speaking about it would ruin their very delicate balance that was hanging by a thread. All that mattered was that Nagi was here again, and their shared dream was still within reach.
Reo massages down Nagi’s spine, pressing both palms near his waist where the band of his underwear sits. He remembers the pressure points and uses his knuckles to get in there.
“Nghh..” Nagi groans.
“You okay? Was that too rough?” Reo asks, alarmed.
“Um. I’m okay, Reo. It’s just a bit…um.”
“Oh no, am I not doing it right? That’s weird, my tutor said I had great technique and I-”
“No, it’s not that Reo.”
Reo frowns, and flips Nagi over so he can see his face. Though instead of his face, he is accosted by the large bulge in Nagi’s underwear. Reo’s jaw drops open, eyes flickering from the giant boner to Nagi’s embarrassed face and then back again.
“O-oh! Sorry, should I leave you to take care of that??” Reo flounders, unable to tear his eyes away.
“Don’t worry about it, Reo. It’ll go down eventually.” Nagi indicates at his bandaged wrists. “Besides, I can’t really use my hands.”
Immediate guilt strikes Reo. How could he forget? Nagi had trouble even picking things up. Buratsuta clearly put him through the wringer, terrible things must’ve happened to him that Nagi was too afraid to tell him. He’d been helping Nagi with everything domestic related, carrying his laundry, opening up bottles for him, tying his shoes, but he had overlooked this simple thing!
“It’s fine, just keep going.” Nagi dismisses. Reo reluctantly continued to massage his shoulders, but now he was sweating. His sense of duty gnaws at him. He gulps a bit, for some reason Nagi was getting even bigger, if that was even possible.
“I uh- that looks painful. Did you um, would you let me help you out maybe?” Reo offers nervously. “If you’re pent up you can’t play soccer…”
Nagi perks up, interested. “Reo would do that for me?”
“N-naturally! It’s partly my fault anyway that my treasure was injured in Side B.”
“It’s not Reo’s fault.” Nagi insists. “But I do um. Need help. It hurts when I do it.”
They stare at each other. The tension in the room is stifling, like they’re both afraid to break the boundaries of whatever they had since Nagi returned.
Reo clenches his hand in resolve. He could do this, right? Reo could get him off clinically. In a professional manner, he tries to convince himself. For the team.
“Leave it to me!” Reo reassures. “Just close your eyes, and uh- imagine it’s someone else. Maybe a girl from school.”
Nagi gives a noise of disgust.
“Oh sorry! You’re right, I’ll keep quiet- just pretend I’m not here. Sorry, my voice can be pretty annoying.”
Stupid, he had to sell the illusion. Nagi probably didn’t want to be reminded of him, a clearly male voice. Let alone someone who had blocked him in the past, he was probably the last person on earth that Nagi wanted. But there wasn’t anyone else who could help Nagi in this facility and he was injured… his poor treasure was probably pent up and irritated.
“No, I like Reo’s voice. You can talk.”
“Oh. Okay then.” Reo carefully pulls down his shorts. Nagi’s eyes were still closed, thank god. Reo’s never done this before. He sweats a bit as he’s almost hit in the face by Nagi’s massive cock.
The fuck? He dwarfed Reo in size by a long shot. Holy shit, how did Nagi walk with that thing? It was like a third leg! It was thick and veiny and long, framed by a small white bush.
Reo blinks rapidly and remembers the mission at hand. He quickly dons on latex gloves like he was a gynaecologist. Nagi’s quiet gaze follows him all the while, but he doesn’t say anything. He lubes up his gloved hands with the massage oil and very gingerly places his hand over Nagi’s waiting dick, his heart bursting in his chest.
It’s hot and heavy in his palm, the warmth seeps through the gloves. It was simply ginormous. Whoever Nagi chose to date would certainly be lucky indeed.
He could do this, he will give the most professional handjob of his life. Plenty of masseuses have given a happy ending before, even though the tutor never taught him this part of the job. How hard could it be though? He was a teenage boy, he knew how to give a simple handjob.
“Nngh, hurry up Reo.” Nagi moans impatiently, fingers gripping the sheets of the massage table.
Reo swallows and steels himself for what he was about to do. He slowly pumps his fist up and down in measured motions. He glances up, only to see Nagi blatantly staring at him. It makes him deeply uncomfortable, like he was exposed.
Reo slaps a hand towel over Nagi’s eyes. “Hey no peeking.” He chastises. “You won’t be able to finish if you see me.”
“But-”
Reo puts his other ungloved hand over Nagi’s protesting mouth.
“Shhhh. Picture a perfect pretty girl doing this to you.” He whispers next to his ear.
Nagi gets even harder, so this roleplay thing seemed to be working. He bucks his hips up a bit helplessly.
“With big boobs.” Reo added as he continued his strokes against Nagi’s dick.
“Nghh.” Nagi groans against his palm.
“And a huge ass.” Reo pipes up cheerfully. “In a super short skirt.”
He tries to remember the pornos he’s watched. There were some videos of older women, so maybe Nagi would like that? Maybe a teacher kink? What kind of girls did Nagi like? Reo can only draw inspiration from his former celebrity crush Hisako Manda.
All he could do was improv some dirty talk to help Nagi along. “And she’s touching you, right here.”
Nagi actually shivers at that, and a spike of misplaced pride hits Reo. He continues the roleplay, encouraged by Nagi’s reactions.
“Just waiting for you to put your huge aching cock into her wet pussy~” Reo says happily, stroking him faster.
“Will you come for her, treasure? Be a good boy, and cum on her face-”
Nagi actually does cum with a violent shake. Reo’s caught off guard as ropes and ropes of cum splatter onto his face, all over his cheek and front bangs.
Nagi must’ve kept that orgasm in for as long as Side B was. Reo blinks in shock, as he feels it drip off his nose. He accidentally licks a bit off his lip, noting its salty taste.
“Been holding that one in huh?” He laughs, taking off his latex glove with a snap and tosses the cum stained glove into the garbage bin. Reo turns away to wash his hair and face in the sink.
Nagi takes off the face towel with a daze.
“Nggh…Reo?”
“Yes, treasure?” Reo comes over with a warm tea towel to clean up the mess around Nagi’s thighs.
Nagi lies back bonelessly, allowing Reo to manoeuvre his legs around to wipe down.
“That was amazing. You really are an expert…”
Reo preens from the compliment. “The least I could do, for an invalid.”
Nagi tenses a bit, biting the inside of his lip.
“Um. You don’t do this to any of the other guys…do you? Like Chigiri when he injured his knee?”
“God no!” Reo is affronted at the implication. “That’s his knee, he can jerk himself off. You’re different, your arms are incapacitated.”
“Did.. did Reo want me to um, return the favour-”
Reo shakes his head profusely. “Don’t be silly, I’m not injured! I can take care of myself. Besides, your hands are hurt, you can’t do anything anyway.”
A muscle in Nagi’s mouth twitches.
“What about your needs?”
Reo laughs. “My only need is to win the World Cup with my treasure.”
“So Reo’s not … affected?” Nagi’s eyes flicker to Reo’s lower half, looking almost …disappointed?
“Hm? It’s no trouble Nagi, don’t think you have to return the favour. Just think of it as one of my jobs, I get fulfillment knowing I helped you in some way.”
Reo helps Nagi up. “Are you feeling better now? Happier from the massage? More relaxed?”
Nagi nods. “Pet my hair.”
Reo laughs and ruffles his head.
Nagi’s mood significantly improves the days following. He doesn’t pick any fights, back to being chill and patient even after long practice. He’s even nice to Barou and doesn’t even object when Barou steals his food. Nagi is more agreeable during team discussions, and achieves his goals with ease.
“Nagi’s in a good mood.” Isagi notes. “Thank god, he’s been pissing me off all week.”
“Mm well, duty of care.” Reo remarks proudly. “I take care of all of Nagi’s needs, so he better be in a good mood.”
Isagi laughs. “Yeah, heard you even do his laundry and change his clothes. Even when he’s not injured.”
“Of course. I feed him, brush his teeth, dry his hair, bathe him, clip his nails, pat his head, makes sure he gets enough exercise-”
Isagi stifles a laugh. “What is he, a dog?”
Reo’s nose wrinkles at the insinuation. Chigiri had said something similar, way back then.
“No he’s my treasure! I clean his room, do his dishes, carry him, pay for his things, massage him, jerk him off, organize his schedule, clean his cleats, and wake him up in the morning. It’s the least I could do after all the terrible things I did and what he went through after he got locked off-”
Isagi holds up a hand. “Woah, wait wait. What was that? You had something strange mixed in there.”
“What? It’s all perfectly normal things to do.” Reo crosses his arms defensively.
“Maybe for a wife in the 80s…” Isagi says slowly, raising an eyebrow.
“That’s funny, my classmates called me elite wife material. Anyway don’t be ridiculous, Nagi is straight and he likes girls. I’ve confirmed.” Reo shoots back confidently. Why else would Nagi cum at the fantasy Reo conjured up of a woman?
Isagi slowly shakes his head in disbelief. “You literally just said you jerk him off.”
“It’s called helping a partner out. Nagi is injured.” Reo emphasises. “He needs to be in top condition for soccer.”
Isagi presses his fingers into his eyes, wondering how for someone who was supposedly so smart also so stupid.
“What, so if I broke my hands you’d help jerk me off too?”
Reo opens his mouth to say something. But before he could, Nagi appeared and swiftly delivered a kick to Isagi behind the shins with the marked precision of a genius footballer.
“Ow! What the fuck Nagi!?” Isagi’s legs buckle and he’s left sprawling on the field.
Nagi glares back at him, his deadly skull aura emanating. “You’re lucky I can’t use my hands right now.”
“Ah! Nagi, Isagi, break it up! Nagi, what’s gotten into you?”
Nagi immediately throws up the innocent Bambi eyes. “Sorry Reo…I guess I’m stressed from being injured…”
“COUGH- weaponised incompetence- COUGH.” Isagi mumbles from the ground.
“My knuckles too…when I found out Reo blocked me, I was so upset that I punched the door until my hands bled….it hurts to use them…”
Isagi scoffs. “Woahhh red flag alert. Wasn’t that months ago? Shouldn’t you have been healed by-oof!” Nagi kicks him again.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry Nagi, I- I had no idea. Of course treasure, please forgive me.” Reo rushes to hold Nagi’s hands in his own, inspecting the damage. “Of course I’ll help you out. I’ll do anything, just say the word.”
Nagi nods woefully, while looking triumphantly back at Isagi. The sprout head just rolls his eyes, brushing the grass off his shorts as he stands back up.
“I worked so hard to come back here to Reo…could I get another massage?” Nagi suggests.
Reo perks up. “Oh is that all? Of course, I’ll do it straight away.”
“Ewwwww.” Isagi’s face curls up in disgust. “Don’t talk about hooking up in front of me.”
Nagi sends a look that says Cry about it, virgin.
“We’re not hooking up!” Reo defends, voice rising an octave. “It’s called taking care of my treasure’s physical needs, not that your tiny brain can comprehend what that duty entails-”
“Is treasure a euphemism for something?”
“Let’s go, Reo.” Nagi crawls back onto Reo in a piggy back.
——-
“The medical room is too uncomfortable, can we do it in the dorm?” Nagi asks, after Reo had grabbed the supplies.
“Whatever you’d like.” He chirps as he carries him to their room.
Reo washes his hands and plucks out a pair of gloves from the disposable box from the medical room. He dons on a light blue surgical mask, since cleaning the cum off his face last time was too messy. Reo ties up his hair neatly, brushing his loose bangs up into a bun so Nagi wouldn't stain his hair.
“Alright Nagi, are you ready?” Reo says brightly, looking like he was prepared for an operation.
Nagi looks at him disapprovingly. “Are the gloves and the mask necessary?”
“Uh…Isn’t that too personal? We’re just getting you off and you left quite the mess on me last time.”
“It’s uncomfortable with the gloves. I can't feel you properly.” Nagi sulks. “I won't do it on your face, I swear.”
Reo bites his lip. It wasn’t professional but if his treasure requested it..
“Reo, this feels like a dentist appointment. I can't get hard like this.” Nagi complains. “Take off the mask, it’s creepy…”
“...Fine.” Reo takes off his latex gloves with a snap and discards the mask. “Since you have so much trouble getting it up. Did you want another fantasy?”
Nagi nods.
“What kind of girl are you into?”
“Mm…cute, charming. Can fit in my hands.”
Reo feels a little despondent. He wasn’t cute at all, he was too tall for that. At 185cm, he wouldn't fit in anyone's hands. Wait, why was he disappointed that he wasn't Nagi’s type?
Nagi places a calloused hand on Reo’s cheek.
“Yeah, the cutest.” He muses.
Reo suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. Nagi had called him creepy, of course he’d want someone adorable and petite.
“What else?”
“Takes an interest in me. Beautiful smile…kind, generous, loyal.”
Nagi sighs, a drawn out one with a tinge of longing. “The perfect wife.”
Okay well, that’s not me. Reo ignores the pangs of hurt as he strays further and further from Nagi’s list.
Kind? Reo was awful to him during the Second Selection. He’d elbowed Raichi in the neck. He had said and thought so many terrible, selfish things- like Nagi being a stupid whiny baby, slapped his hand, wanting him to give up, to be useless without him.
Generous? Not really, since it was his father’s money and not what he had earned on his own merit. Nagi refused his acts of generosity anyway, rejecting the painting he tried to give him. Loyal? Not a chance, after he had cut Nagi out after he was kicked from Blue Lock. Interested in him? Shit, everyone was. Nagi was a genius who had coveted the interest of the world.
“Oooh you want the wife experience then? Didn’t peg you as a romantic.” He teases instead, pushing down the pain in his chest.
Nagi’s eyes sparkle at that and he nods vigorously.
“Okay~ close your eyes then.” Reo wishes Nagi had listed stuff like double D boobs or long hair rather than personality traits. Who gets off on kindness and generosity? This wasn’t My Little Pony.
“Imagine a cute girl doing this to you. Oh I guess in this case it’s your wife! Haha.”
See, Isagi was stupid. Nagi wanted a cute, kind, docile wife and Reo was obviously a creepy, mean, selfish guy and furthest from the ideal traits Nagi wanted.
“Hey, hey hands off.” Reo swats the wandering hands on his waist that were distracting him from his self deprecating spiral. “Do I have to restrain your hands? You’re supposed to be healing.”
“Yes- yes Reo, restrain me.” Nagi says eagerly.
“Okay, your doting wife will make sure your bad hands don’t go anywhere.”
Reo wraps the bandages around both wrists above Nagi’s head and ties it to the bedpost. That way Nagi won’t have to feel his unfortunate male body.
“Done! Um, yeah, it’s been a long day at soccer practice and you come home to your kind beautiful wife. She says “Welcome home~” -Reo imitates this with a high pitched voice- “In nothing but an apron!”
Nagi hums approvingly.
“Did you want dinner, or me? She says innocently.”
“You.” Nagi replies immediately.
“Of course. You then undress her, pulling the strings of her apron and untying her like a present. “Did you want a bath?”
“I want you in the bath.”
Okay! This was kind of like Nagi’s roleplay dating sim games with the options.
“Right well, she draws a hot bath for you, and takes off your clothes. She, um…”
Reo flounders, trying to come up with the scenario. He was a virgin after all.
Reo takes a deep breath and continues. “Don’t be loud, you’ll wake up the kids. She says that, closing the bathroom door shut.”
“We have kids?” Nagi perks up.
“Uh- yeah.” Right, another thing Reo couldn't do- bear children. Ugh.
“What’s their names?”
Reo raises an eyebrow. “Uh- Choki. Doesn't matter.”
“Choki is my cactus. What are my kids' names? I want a boy and a girl.”
Reo sighs dismissively. “Shit I dont know. Clementine? Joel? After your favourite movie.”
“Reo knows me so well.” Nagi says happily into his pillow.
“Anyway, she puts her hands on your shoulders.” Reo imitates the movement, pushing him down. “Then she fondles your aching balls.”
Nagi’s breath hitches.
“My wife would kiss me first.” Nagi says suddenly.
“Oh right. Of course.” Reo gives a quick peck to Nagi’s cheek. It lasted only for a fraction of a second, he didn’t want Nagi to get grossed out.
“More. A husband needs more kisses.” Nagi pouts greedily.
“Err okay. Your doting wife gives you many kisses.” Reo kisses him on the forehead, on the eyelids, and on his neck.
Nagi is teeming with pleasure, toes curling.
Shit, this was kind of turning Reo on.
He shouldn’t be, this was just supposed to be something to get Nagi off quickly and efficiently.
“Ehh- why did my wife stop?” Nagi’s sleepy eyes open and Reo quickly puts his hand over them. He didn’t want Nagi seeing his blushing face.
“Nuh uh. Eyes closed.”
Would Nagi notice if he touched himself too?
No that was dirty- It was wrong and he was so obviously male, with his own aching hard cock in his bodysuit.
“Kiss me on the lips.” Nagi whines.
Wasn’t this- wasn’t this crossing some sort of boundaries?
He was the one powerless, even with Nagi tied up underneath him.
“Okay…” He says nervously. Reo gently kisses the side of Nagi’s mouth tentatively.
He feels his own nipples harden, his engorged crotch pulling against the fabric.
Nagi sighs and arches up, chasing his lips.
“Nggh, Reo.”
“Not Reo, your wife.” Reo chides softly.
“My wife…” Nagi says dreamily. “All mine. Kiss me properly, my dear wife.”
Reo hesitates.
“Please~ I need you. Your husband was so lonely without you. I worked so hard for our dream, I need to be healed with my wife’s kisses…”
Reo is suddenly envious of Nagi’s future wife, who would get this pliant, needy version of Nagi.
“Your wife is here.” Reo sighs into Nagi’s mouth, kissing him gently.
Nagi surges upwards and deepens the kiss, biting Reo’s lip to pull him down.
Reo’s vaguely aware he’s now on top of Nagi, self conscious that he was too heavy and he’d break the illusion. Should he put on some kind of women’s perfume?
Nagi’s tongue enters his mouth, and Reo moans, all thoughts dissipating. This sensation was entirely new to him, it felt so good…Nagi tasted like lemons…
Nagi kisses him hungrily, Reo can feel his pulsating desire under him. Nagi was hard, his cock hitting the curvature of his ass. Reo mindlessly grinds his clothed twitching asshole against Nagi’s hardness. Nagi was leaking precum onto Reo’s shorts, he knew he had to do another load of laundry.
“More…untie me…I want to feel my wife…”
Nagi moans.
Well if Reo untied him the lack of boobs, pussy and cute face would definitely turn Nagi off. He wonders what the wife Nagi was picturing behind his closed eyelids looked like.
“Bad boy. Let your wife spoil you.”
Reo licks the side of Nagi’s neck, which elicits a full body shiver.
He gives Nagi another sloppy kiss, hands splayed onto his pecs.
“Unfff…You’re so hard.” Reo squirms on top of Nagi’s boner. The thin fabric was the only thing separating them. All he could feel was wishing and wanting Nagi to penetrate his aching hole. Both his crotch and his ass were getting damp from the pre cum.
Somehow knowing he couldn’t just made him kiss Nagi harder, their tongues dancing together.
“You feel so good, husband. So needy for me.”
He starts bouncing on it, wanting the pressure and the friction. Reo pushes down harder, more desperately like he wanted Nagi’s dick to penetrate through his thin spandex and breach him.
Reo’s eyes roll back to the back of his head as he rides his own orgasm. He bites his tongue, suppressing any noise as he shakes.
Reo feels Nagi spurt underneath him, all over his black and blue spandex. It’s warm and wet, and true to his word, not on Reo’s face.
“Did-did Reo come too?” Nagi’s voice comes from the bed.
Reo flushes, readjusting. “No.” He lies, hiding the outline of the dampness of his own cock in the skin tight body suit.
“No, this is- um..”
Reo comes to his senses. What was he doing?? He wasn't supposed to derive pleasure from this! Guilt and shame hits him in waves. He was a horrible person, taking advantage of a crippled straight boy, God should punish him…
“Anyway, I uh, hope you enjoyed that wife roleplay! Haha. S-super realistic, you know us Mikage’s are great at..um..You’ll be good right?” Reo panics, wiping up the mess on his own now sticky Blue Lock bodysuit.
He cleans up Nagi, and fetches him a new pair of underwear, discarding the soiled ones. Reo quickly gets changed back into his Blue Lock pajamas, and tosses his stained bodysuit into the laundry basket with Nagi’s.
Reo comes back into the room and carefully slides up the new boxer briefs over Nagi’s now soft cock.
When he’s done he carefully unties Nagi’s wrists, massaging them to see if they had been damaged during the…simulation.
“Y-yknow, you don’t have to um. Settle for me. I could uh, get you one of Mikage’s VR headsets. Or a pocket pussy- oh wait you’d still need someone to jerk you off.. uh- I can hire an escort for you, like a really cute girl with the best smile. Until your hands heal.”
“I don’t want that.” Nagi protests. “Just want my wife.”
Shit, did he need to sign Nagi up to a dating site?
“I mean sure, we can find you a real one-”
“Nope. Reo knows me too well, the only one who can handle me. Can’t we just keep doing this? Reo’s spoiling me is free.”
Oh. Right. Because of Reo, Nagi had lost his million dollar contract with Manshine. Of course he couldn’t afford an escort, or want to owe Reo any money. Whenever Reo offered something expensive, Nagi always turned it down, despite their first meeting of Nagi shamelessly asking for a handout.
“Of course, I didn’t even think about your financial situation…” Reo chastised himself and his spoiled billionaire status. Ba-ya always told him to be more aware of others' less fortunate circumstances.
He remembered as a child, when he had bragged about his new expensive toys to a kid he met on the playground, the kid had cried since he couldn't afford it. Reo always had trouble making and keeping friends because of his blithe unawareness.
“Anri wouldn’t allow escorts into Blue Lock anyway. She threatened the cops on me when I tried to go in.”
“My treasure, she did what??” Reo is outraged. “I’ll have a word with my father, how dare she-”
“No, it's fine. It’s okay because you’re here again…” Nagi wraps his arms around Reo, nuzzling into his back to inhale his scent.
“You should hate me, you know. You called me the treasure of your life and I blocked you…I discarded you over soccer…how could you even stand to look at me…” Reo mumbles shamefully.
“Just make it up to me then.” Nagi says easily. “And don’t leave me again.” He added.
“Mmn. Promise.”
Nagi pulls Reo down into the bed with him, placing his chin on Reo’s shoulder in a bear hug.
“Reo’s the greatest. I came lots.”
“Good boy. Heal quick, okay?” Reo scratches the back of Nagi’s hair.
“We’ll see.”