[ he huffs and takes his hand, the one that's patting him on the head. he'll just hold it in his. ]
I'm not taking it personally. I promise.
[ he glances down between them. ]
I get it, though. There's not much I can really offer you anyways. I... [ at this point, he's figured it out, and it sucks—and he wants to pursue this. maybe. if his own emotions will let him come monday next week (spoiler alert, they will). a shrug.
they're going to die, but for some reason, he doesn't feel as afraid, standing here. his pulse is hammering. ]
I just... maybe want to know what happened. That's all.
[He really doesn't want to go into the nitty gritty details of what happened. That's for memshare week. But he can offer a little bit at least.]
...
It is often the case that I think someone is a good person and open myself up to trusting them, but years down the line I find out how rotten they actually are.
[ that's honestly all he needs to hear (bc i want memshares). this is good enough for him for now. he knows they're... still basically strangers. maybe. ]
... That's a hard thing to go through.
[ shakes his head ]
Thank you for telling me... it can be hard to admit to anything like that.
Well. I don't really think I'm going anywhere. Unless... [ quick shrug. he's not naive. he knows what could happen. ] So get used to me, okay Fukuzawa?
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[He's still struggling a bit but he can't be mad at how someone feels. As long as nothing is expected of him, then this will be fine. Probably.
He sees the hovering though, so he sighs.]
You can stay, it's fine. I'm not mad.
[That, at least, is a genuine feeling. No red strings attached. Watch him dodge the question about why he's pushing people away though.]
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[ he frowns. it says it all. "don't dodge my question!" ]
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I would rather not talk about that. None of it was during good times in my life.
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[ he lets out a soft breath, but he accepts that. ]
... Alright, well. I'm the last person to press on that kind of thing. But that doesn't mean I'm just going to fuck off... okay?
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[He'll pause, and then he pats Eiden on the head.]
There's nothing wrong with you or your feelings, don't feel like this is your fault.
[Past baggage.]
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I'm not taking it personally. I promise.
[ he glances down between them. ]
I get it, though. There's not much I can really offer you anyways. I... [ at this point, he's figured it out, and it sucks—and he wants to pursue this. maybe. if his own emotions will let him come monday next week (spoiler alert, they will). a shrug.
they're going to die, but for some reason, he doesn't feel as afraid, standing here. his pulse is hammering. ]
I just... maybe want to know what happened. That's all.
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...
It is often the case that I think someone is a good person and open myself up to trusting them, but years down the line I find out how rotten they actually are.
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... That's a hard thing to go through.
[ shakes his head ]
Thank you for telling me... it can be hard to admit to anything like that.
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Let me say that I don't think you're a bad person. It's just hard to move on.
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Of course.
[ maybe he feels reassured just a little. ]
Well. I don't really think I'm going anywhere. Unless... [ quick shrug. he's not naive. he knows what could happen. ] So get used to me, okay Fukuzawa?
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I don't expect you to go anywhere. You can stay.