it's an echo of that acerbic anger that'd prompted him to tug on yuuji's lapel and pull, but quieter— the same brand of sinking dread and resignation he'd felt way back in early summer, face-to-face with his classmate's mortality.
this isn't the sort of expression megumi wants to see on yuuji's face. the confusion, the subdued set of a boy who cares too deeply for the wellbeing of others— often to his own detriment.
even now, yuuji says 'have you been okay', as if that matters more than his own displacement and disorientation. in the grand scheme of things, megumi's month spent in limbo is insignificant; what should matter more is yuuji's own safety. that should be yuuji's priority. ]
I'm fine.
[ that's all megumi has to say about that. swiftly, he moves on. ] As for what this place is, well— [ he gets up off of his stool, maneuvers to the small desk in the corner of his sparsely-furnished room. from there, he pulls out a little pamphlet: something that someone he knows compiled for the benefit of the people who are here. it says WELCOME on the top. ] —This explains what little we know.
[ diplomatic and practical. still, when megumi sits back down, he edges a little bit closer to yuuji.
tries to read him. to understand. ] ...How do you feel? Anything off?
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it's an echo of that acerbic anger that'd prompted him to tug on yuuji's lapel and pull, but quieter— the same brand of sinking dread and resignation he'd felt way back in early summer, face-to-face with his classmate's mortality.
this isn't the sort of expression megumi wants to see on yuuji's face. the confusion, the subdued set of a boy who cares too deeply for the wellbeing of others— often to his own detriment.
even now, yuuji says 'have you been okay', as if that matters more than his own displacement and disorientation. in the grand scheme of things, megumi's month spent in limbo is insignificant; what should matter more is yuuji's own safety. that should be yuuji's priority. ]
I'm fine.
[ that's all megumi has to say about that. swiftly, he moves on. ] As for what this place is, well— [ he gets up off of his stool, maneuvers to the small desk in the corner of his sparsely-furnished room. from there, he pulls out a little pamphlet: something that someone he knows compiled for the benefit of the people who are here. it says WELCOME on the top. ] —This explains what little we know.
[ diplomatic and practical. still, when megumi sits back down, he edges a little bit closer to yuuji.
tries to read him. to understand. ] ...How do you feel? Anything off?