[ Satoru has been receptive to criticism and advice, knowing interpersonal handlings are out of his wheelhouse, even if it's picked up from his best friend verbally attacking him.
He stays quiet, keeping his head rested on him, and closes his eyes as he lets Suguru's voice lull him. These words—they aren't comforting. They aren't happy. There's a sweetness at the end, though bitter at the edges.
A whisper, it wasn't enough, but he keeps it to himself. He doesn't let it sway him. He doesn't let it control him. Suguru's words mean much more. So... He pouts like he usually does. ]
Mm. [ A pause as he realizes this is where he should offer reassurance. ] Thanks for telling me about how you feel.
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He stays quiet, keeping his head rested on him, and closes his eyes as he lets Suguru's voice lull him. These words—they aren't comforting. They aren't happy. There's a sweetness at the end, though bitter at the edges.
A whisper, it wasn't enough, but he keeps it to himself. He doesn't let it sway him. He doesn't let it control him. Suguru's words mean much more. So... He pouts like he usually does. ]
Mm. [ A pause as he realizes this is where he should offer reassurance. ] Thanks for telling me about how you feel.
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It's not affection week, but he briefly buries his face in Satoru's hair, taking a moment to appreciate the effort he's making.
He pulls away after a moment, Straightening up before nudging Satoru to rest his head on his leg so that he can play with his hair. Cozy. ]
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I'm tired.
[ Is it time for a nappy... A real nap. ]
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Sleep for a bit.
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[ He will take a solid nap and Suguru is stuck here. Ishtar dies. ]