[ Yuji knew it was coming; he knew that Nanami wasn't going to let him get away with hiding himself away, ducking his head to pretend as though his feelings aren't affecting him the way that they are. He still feels as though he's shivering from the weight of his hurt and his grief, but the soft weight of Nanami's arms around him is offering the kind of comfort he's been without for weeks. He hadn't dared to ask for it, hadn't wanted to let anyone else take care of him, because the honest truth was that he didn't think that he deserved it.
Under the weight of Nanami's gaze, the soft feeling of his hand in his hair, Yuji can feel his resolve breaking. He's so tired of this - of getting his hopes up, of doing everything that he can, of fighting with everything that he has, only for the worst to end up happening anyway. If he tells Nanami everything that happened, it's just going to upset the other man, just going to make things worse, and he can't deal with that. He can't cause more pain just because his heart hurts a little.
A lot, actually, but that's not the point.
Leaning into Nanami, still not looking up, Yuji knows he has to tell the truth, even if it comes out as a sad little mumble against the fabric of his now-damp shirt. He'll probably be a little bit embarrassed about that later, but for now... ]
Everything that happened... It's because of me. I keep making mistakes and people keep paying for it.
[ He sniffles, because the last thing he wants is to get snot on Nanami as well. This is already bad enough, isn't it? ]
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Under the weight of Nanami's gaze, the soft feeling of his hand in his hair, Yuji can feel his resolve breaking. He's so tired of this - of getting his hopes up, of doing everything that he can, of fighting with everything that he has, only for the worst to end up happening anyway. If he tells Nanami everything that happened, it's just going to upset the other man, just going to make things worse, and he can't deal with that. He can't cause more pain just because his heart hurts a little.
A lot, actually, but that's not the point.
Leaning into Nanami, still not looking up, Yuji knows he has to tell the truth, even if it comes out as a sad little mumble against the fabric of his now-damp shirt. He'll probably be a little bit embarrassed about that later, but for now... ]
Everything that happened... It's because of me. I keep making mistakes and people keep paying for it.
[ He sniffles, because the last thing he wants is to get snot on Nanami as well. This is already bad enough, isn't it? ]
I'm just... Sorry.