[ Does he feel remorseful? No. He thinks Suguru should take another beating, honestly. Only from him, of course.
Resentment paints him in opaque streaks and desperately overshadows the sorrow, but his expression smooths over when he has some handle of himself. There's still questioning, unease, and everything else he subconsciously masks, but he doesn't take it out on Suguru again. Instead, he kicks the floor with his stupid white flats and finally averts his gaze. This didn't make him feel any better... And now Suguru ends their conversation ever so easily, much like before, leaving him without anything to say.
It never stopped him, but the growing pit in his stomach is gross and he doesn't feel like talking for the moment. The silence stretches, interrupted by Satoru periodically kicking the dirt like these haunted grounds are deserving of every single curse.
Suguru is free to leave him!! Except, unfortunately, Satoru will trail after him without care to be discreet. ]
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Resentment paints him in opaque streaks and desperately overshadows the sorrow, but his expression smooths over when he has some handle of himself. There's still questioning, unease, and everything else he subconsciously masks, but he doesn't take it out on Suguru again. Instead, he kicks the floor with his stupid white flats and finally averts his gaze. This didn't make him feel any better... And now Suguru ends their conversation ever so easily, much like before, leaving him without anything to say.
It never stopped him, but the growing pit in his stomach is gross and he doesn't feel like talking for the moment. The silence stretches, interrupted by Satoru periodically kicking the dirt like these haunted grounds are deserving of every single curse.
Suguru is free to leave him!! Except, unfortunately, Satoru will trail after him without care to be discreet. ]