[it helps that he is taken by surprise; still processing the change in their positions when Dazai's hand comes to touch his cheek. The booth also lends a little privacy, the hubbub of the bar, and so the stroke of his thumb actually earns another of those quiet moments, closed-eyed and leaning in briefly before shaking his head.]
But I did. I almost struck him...
[lifting a hand, albeit with none of the upset and anger that had been behind it when he had raised it to Xanthe.]
I mean, I was this close.
[he can still be ashamed of that behaviour, even if it is one black mark in what had been a clean record.]
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But I did. I almost struck him...
[lifting a hand, albeit with none of the upset and anger that had been behind it when he had raised it to Xanthe.]
I mean, I was this close.
[he can still be ashamed of that behaviour, even if it is one black mark in what had been a clean record.]