[It's too much. He didn't want to think about Fina. He didn't want to think about the fact that he would most likely never see her again. He didn't want to think about the fact that he was stuck here with nothing to do until further notice.
But there they are, dancing in front of his mind, and again he gets that feeling of someone scraping sandpaper against the red, raw organ that was his heart.
And it's too much. He doesn't trust himself to stare stonily ahead, so he turns his face away, tilting his head down and allowing his hair to fall like a curtain around his face. Had he been a weaker man, he might have actually collapsed from the emotional pressure that was suddenly bearing down upon him. The cold stoicism and deep passion are only separated by several layers of very thin skin and Souji, though unintentional it may have been, managed to find the correct wording in order to make it spring a leak. His mouth opens; there's a tremor to his voice when he speaks.]
..I-I'm sorry. It's just-
[...Wait. What was he doing? More importantly, how was he planning to end that sentence? Spill his heart out to a man he's only met once before? His mouth claps shut again and he lapses back into silence, spending several uncomfortable minutes pushing the lid back on his feelings. He looks up again, his jaw set in a stern, grim line and speaks with an odd, tightly controlled voice.]
...Forgive me. I must have made you uncomfortable.
It's nothing important, so please, don't trouble yourself.
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But there they are, dancing in front of his mind, and again he gets that feeling of someone scraping sandpaper against the red, raw organ that was his heart.
And it's too much. He doesn't trust himself to stare stonily ahead, so he turns his face away, tilting his head down and allowing his hair to fall like a curtain around his face. Had he been a weaker man, he might have actually collapsed from the emotional pressure that was suddenly bearing down upon him. The cold stoicism and deep passion are only separated by several layers of very thin skin and Souji, though unintentional it may have been, managed to find the correct wording in order to make it spring a leak. His mouth opens; there's a tremor to his voice when he speaks.]
..I-I'm sorry. It's just-
[...Wait. What was he doing? More importantly, how was he planning to end that sentence? Spill his heart out to a man he's only met once before? His mouth claps shut again and he lapses back into silence, spending several uncomfortable minutes pushing the lid back on his feelings. He looks up again, his jaw set in a stern, grim line and speaks with an odd, tightly controlled voice.]
...Forgive me. I must have made you uncomfortable.
It's nothing important, so please, don't trouble yourself.