No.

[ Kojiro tries, but doesn't quite resist the urge to roll his eyes. Nothing defensive, just-- straightforward. Maybe a little wounded, but he's quick to school his features again. This is-- just so stupid, and on so many levels, but he leans across the table, close enough to lend some air of sincerity to what he says next. And even if Reki won't meet his eyes, Kojiro's staring straight through him. ]

Look. Cards on the table, dude. I told you that ship sailed, long time ago. There's nothing for me there. Sometimes you just gotta-- quit chasing echoes and look at what's in front of you.

[ Which, from where they're both sitting? ]

So you be as mean as you want about it. I'm used to a lot meaner than you; you're not getting rid of me like that. And if you wanna keep doing what we're doing, that's fine too. You know I'll take you for as many rides as you want 'til you find something better, but--

[ But mean still hurts, even when you're used to it, even when thick skin blunts the barbs. And that's not really enough to warrant a confession either, no matter how slick Kojiro is about it, and no matter how many times he's told Reki the carbon-copy exact same thing, so despite the fact that he knows it doesn't count for shit, he pushes on: ]

I like you a lot. I like this a lot. I wanna try something more. With you.

So, your play. Whatever you want.