[Huh. That's far different than what he imagined, but not so wildly that he can't reconcile the two images. Really, it fits more in with what little Fugo has told him of when he first joined. And that's a thought that makes him smile.]

He told me you used to use him as a bank. What kinda relationship is that, exactly?

[Familial, he thinks. Brotherly, maybe. There's a clear respect and deference, but only to a point. Polnareff glances over at his boyfriend, offering him a slight smile.]

You were-- what, twelve, right? Thirteen?