[his eyes close a brief moment with that head leaned against his, enjoying that closeness and the squeeze of his hand while he shifts another photograph into order. Glancing up at Dazai with those words, pulling back a brief moment with a laugh like he's lost his breath]
I haven't even...
[he hasn't even explained. It's not as though he hasn't alluded to anything, but he's never explained in so many words. Yet Dazai keeps on meeting him with nothing but understanding, even though it feels like he presents more questions about his past than answers, sometimes.
Carefully, his finger lingering on the one photograph before pushing another up from the row he made - of himself catching Claret in the corridor; of sitting in Xanthe's office. Haltingly-]
These were both-- fights - or after fights. I behaved terribly...
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I haven't even...
[he hasn't even explained. It's not as though he hasn't alluded to anything, but he's never explained in so many words. Yet Dazai keeps on meeting him with nothing but understanding, even though it feels like he presents more questions about his past than answers, sometimes.
Carefully, his finger lingering on the one photograph before pushing another up from the row he made - of himself catching Claret in the corridor; of sitting in Xanthe's office. Haltingly-]
These were both-- fights - or after fights. I behaved terribly...