[ Frustration and anger sparks at Wataru’s correct analysis of Eichi’s desires. To have someone who understands, who’s there... He hates that it’s pointed out. He hates that it’s a clear weakness. That’s what it is, isn’t it? That’s what he’s learned about this cruel world: feelings like that are most certainly a weakness.
Wataru’s hand looks so soft, so tempting, and his fingers twitch at his side before he lifts his own palm. ]
Do you really believe that someone like me could be loved?
[ His hand stretches forward, eyes set firm on taking Wataru’s— but he stops short. The desire is so strong, his own desire, but that’s why he wants to fight it. Is this what Wataru wants? Is this some sort of elaborate set up? He doesn’t understand how he could give up now. Is this really it? Did he really successfully point Wataru straight at him? But... ]
Only a fool would, right?
[ His fingers stretch to open his palm, but he doesn’t grab at Wataru yet. He’s lost in thought. ]
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Wataru’s hand looks so soft, so tempting, and his fingers twitch at his side before he lifts his own palm. ]
Do you really believe that someone like me could be loved?
[ His hand stretches forward, eyes set firm on taking Wataru’s— but he stops short. The desire is so strong, his own desire, but that’s why he wants to fight it. Is this what Wataru wants? Is this some sort of elaborate set up? He doesn’t understand how he could give up now. Is this really it? Did he really successfully point Wataru straight at him? But... ]
Only a fool would, right?
[ His fingers stretch to open his palm, but he doesn’t grab at Wataru yet. He’s lost in thought. ]
A jester...