[twenty-second bullet] private for Otacon

[boldandresolute]

In the month that Otacon had been back from their world again, five years older and thirty years more jaded, Liquid had been wondering what had gone on during that time that had changed the engineer so much.  He had gotten bits and pieces of the story, vague things that Hal had decided to tell him, but most of it remained a mystery.  Most of it was

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[vulpesvivus]

"Hm?"

He looked up from whatever he was doing on his Pokegear--probably Tetris--and gave Liquid the same faint, awkward smile that had seemingly become his trademark since his return.

"Something wrong, Liquid?"

It was still so strange to call him that again. To associate that name with someone that wasn't going to throw the world into absolute chaos, with the person standing in front of him rather than the nigh-invulnerable force that Liquid Ocelot had become.

[boldandresolute]

And how many times had he told him to call him James?

"Hopefully not." He really wasn't entirely sure. It depended all on what his future self had done-- he really was starting to hate his future self.

"There are a few things I wanted to hear about, though."

[vulpesvivus]

"...Like what?"

There was a lot Otacon wasn't sure he could talk about. Namely everything involving Ocelot and that arm.

...Also Naomi, but that was a whoooooole different can of metaphorical worms.

[boldandresolute]

What was he supposed to say, 'you've been looking at me weird, what did my stupid future self do'?

...actually.

Hal could handle a little lack of tact.

"What benightedly stupid thing did I do in the future that was so awful it upsets you just to look at me?"