It's fine. You're in the same kind of company. We gotta stick close— birds of a feather and all of that. <sub>[ He doesn't know her story— why she just calls herself mad— and again, he doesn't find it right to just pry into it. Gintoki was a rather secretive individual— he knew he felt uncomfortable and wanted to avoid discussions when pried at. Why should he bother her? Gintoki didn't hallucinate, but he did have frequent nightmares; he did have frequent outbursts of anger. He did have that frequent feeling of guilt as the days went on and he lived his life. It was something he would carry until he died.

He wanted to live a beautiful life to have a beautiful end.

Anyway, a hand lift up and rakes through his curly hair, and then a passing thought as he closes his eyes: ]</sub>
Especially if you're going to be making cookies.

_{[ See that? it's a soft smile. ]}