[He sits and he listens. He listens, and then he finally speaks. He's...he's feeling a lot of emotions. Namely anger and protectiveness.]

First of all, he's nothing like me, mostly because he's fucking repulsive and I would absolutely love to kick his ass. If he's still here, and if I ever see him...he's gonna wish he wasn't.

[He took advantage of him in a drugged up state and on top of that, never did anything afterwards, never even fucking said 'oops! Sorry for being so disgusting! I should really fix that! I can understand why I deserve to be sliced into a million pieces!'

Needless to say, Kazuma is livid. But he takes a breath in...then out.]

...I've said it to you before and I'll say it again: I'm not going anywhere, and it is his big fucking loss he did, because he ruined his life and perfected mine, so hey, the one good thing he's ever done is fuck off, because now I have the best thing that ever happened to me, and he has a hand that is going to see a lot of use unless it gets somehow mysteriously broken, hm, wonder how that'd be.

You're too good for him, anyway. There's scum like me - where I'm aware I'm a piece of shit, and I will fuck up, but I'm willing to keep trying and not run away like a coward, like scum like him.

[Alright, toss away the anger...he does that, and he speaks far more softly.]

......So now I get why. And that's fine. I'm not going to run away. Because I care about you, and I want us to be happy. And if that means tossing away one fetish because it understandably brings up bad memories...that's fine. Because I don't like you just for sex, y'know? ...I like you for you.

[He finally smiles earnestly.]

And that concludes 'why I'm your boyfriend and why it's a shame that there are walking trash heaps in this world'.