"You're right. There are probably no proper dinners at this bar. Let's go to a good restaurant. Food's on me, buddy," the clone says softly, with affection.

Hiroki pats Jack, the way one would a younger brother who's crying on one's shoulder.

"I know a good one. We're going, okay? Just don't kiss me. Wouldn't want any misunderstandings."

He gently tugs Jack. Let's go.