[The array of Sasuke's emotions, at proximity, are mercurial — they settle like silt one moment only to stir again, mismatched eyes fallen to the proffered hanger with a look that says he's not sure if he's going to take it, but perhaps not for the reason Kizuna thinks.]

I don't need that one. [So the larger red, and the original black, are tucked neatly against his chest. And he pivots around.] Come with me.

[A direct march that leads them up toward the register counter.]

We don't know much about the suits yet. All I can say is that every person I've spoken to who possesses Diamonds was the same — their physical body was affected in ways they couldn't control. And you'll find a mark, somewhere on your skin. If you refuse intimacy long enough, it will darken. You won't have a choice in the end. [Not wholly true, but the choice isn't one he's willing to share at the moment for how close it cleaves to his own miserable experience.] ... Presumably, that won't be an issue for you.

[Sasuke will not say anything else as he pays for his purchase. Then, abruptly, the black sweater is pushed into Kizuna's hands.]

For your help.