( The long, tense silence with only the occasional sound of him shifting in place speaks far more volumes than him rambling on would be. He rarely lets Fuuta have the last word, after all, but right now— right now, he's coming up blank, losing seconds in large chunks as he struggles to process, to think, to speak. )
I know.
( Another pause, another struggle, a foreign strain in his voice. He's not— crying, okay, but he's definitely struggling with a wave of emotions that make him want to act drastically, make him want to throw a fit, or act like a child, or... Or maybe cry, or maybe get angry, or break something, or break himself.
But he's just quiet, instead, and then he tries again. )
It just... doesn't feel like enough. You sound uncertain. But even with you uncertain, he still...
( His voice creaks to a stop as he fidgets where he is, more shifting noises covering up the silence. )
Nevermind. Just don't hurt him. It's not enough to try not to hurt him, you know? ( ... ) Does it not bother you? When I'm around, when I... You don't hate me for it?
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I know.
( Another pause, another struggle, a foreign strain in his voice. He's not— crying, okay, but he's definitely struggling with a wave of emotions that make him want to act drastically, make him want to throw a fit, or act like a child, or... Or maybe cry, or maybe get angry, or break something, or break himself.
But he's just quiet, instead, and then he tries again. )
It just... doesn't feel like enough. You sound uncertain. But even with you uncertain, he still...
( His voice creaks to a stop as he fidgets where he is, more shifting noises covering up the silence. )
Nevermind. Just don't hurt him. It's not enough to try not to hurt him, you know? ( ... ) Does it not bother you? When I'm around, when I... You don't hate me for it?