I don't think I need to be a detective to know who this "friend" is.

[ he takes another sip of his drink before setting it down, his back still pressed against the door. ]

I'm not him. I don't know you and we're not friends, although both you and-- [ he hesitates, still trying to wrap his head around the dazai of the oh so similar, yet so different world that atsushi described. ] and the other you acted like I was. But if I'm as similar to that "Odasaku" as what you two thought, then...I think he'd be disappointed.