[Well, that's a sure fire way to break his heart again. You'd think he might have learned after the first time, when Inaba straight up said she didn't share his feeling of friendship. But here he is, doing it all over again. And this time he feels really sick for some reason.
But she's crying. Yuuto knows he's stupid. He's selfish, he's awful, and he makes the wrong choices all of the time. But he can't leave her alone, even if Inaba-- the smarter between them,-- says to.]
I know you're crying. [He's blunt. That's about all that he knows right now, since Inaba is throwing him curveballs left and right. It doesn't help that he's feeling ill and having trouble focusing.] And I can't leave you. You're my friend, even if you don't like me... I like you, whoever you are. So I-.
[Yuuto goes back to his original selfish declaration and takes her hand to hold. He's not sure what to do, but he knows that he needs to hold onto her somehow for his own sake. It makes him physically ill and he suddenly feels really dizzy, but it helps with the sickening emotions.]
Sorry. Sorry... I can't stop thinking about you*. [* you dying and being aware of that fact and how awful it is to live with that kind of memory, even if you've become distant from it.
But listen. If he said anymore than that, he might get real sick. He's holding on by a thread here.]
cw: nausea
But she's crying. Yuuto knows he's stupid. He's selfish, he's awful, and he makes the wrong choices all of the time. But he can't leave her alone, even if Inaba-- the smarter between them,-- says to.]
I know you're crying. [He's blunt. That's about all that he knows right now, since Inaba is throwing him curveballs left and right. It doesn't help that he's feeling ill and having trouble focusing.] And I can't leave you. You're my friend, even if you don't like me... I like you, whoever you are. So I-.
[Yuuto goes back to his original selfish declaration and takes her hand to hold. He's not sure what to do, but he knows that he needs to hold onto her somehow for his own sake. It makes him physically ill and he suddenly feels really dizzy, but it helps with the sickening emotions.]
Sorry. Sorry... I can't stop thinking about you*. [* you dying and being aware of that fact and how awful it is to live with that kind of memory, even if you've become distant from it.
But listen. If he said anymore than that, he might get real sick. He's holding on by a thread here.]