Yes, I am probably a masochist, If it wasn't I would not have such friends, Hakuba thought, frustrated. If I can call you all that, that's is.

He left the tea and the potion on the living room's table and sat on the nearest chair. It was more easy when he didn't have friends at all, like now, they all left him alone in the end. It would be easier not to care, but he couldn't help himself.

Hakuba looked at the broken pieces of metal around the floor. He was going to need to clean up the mess. With a groan, he took the bottle and drank it in a second, throwing it away after that. The sound of the crystal crashing was somehow comforting.