( sure, that sudden jab might've been unnecessary when he himself was the one who asked fushiguro if he had died here. but that's if this was someone else. what followed after 'i haven't' was 'you won't'. that alone tells him so much. so, what, it's alright if it's fushiguro but not if it's yuuji? the gaze that was devoid of anger has some seeping in now. just the very thought of him living and fushiguro not being there makes him feel so... indignant. )
But I—
( —came back, he wants to say, but he swallows it. fushiguro doesn't bark back. his words, his cadence are leveled as always, even if it initally carried a little more heat, or feels like that because of his features. he's holding back. he's not having the argument.
yuuji bites his lower lip. silence fills the air as he takes in a single breath, releases. )
I'm not overthinking anything. It's not just about this place. I'm talking about you.
( does yuuji think he can change fushiguro's mind? not the slightest. he isn't that naive. still, it doesn't mean he'll negotiate his either. words that were left unsaid are things he's aware of, and yet refuses to accept. )
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But I—
( —came back, he wants to say, but he swallows it. fushiguro doesn't bark back. his words, his cadence are leveled as always, even if it initally carried a little more heat, or feels like that because of his features. he's holding back. he's not having the argument.
yuuji bites his lower lip. silence fills the air as he takes in a single breath, releases. )
I'm not overthinking anything. It's not just about this place. I'm talking about you.
( does yuuji think he can change fushiguro's mind? not the slightest. he isn't that naive. still, it doesn't mean he'll negotiate his either. words that were left unsaid are things he's aware of, and yet refuses to accept. )