[That answer says enough, and he flinches, curling inward and turning against Karamatsu's shoulder. He unhooks his arm from behind his knees and reaches across himself to Karamatsu's pocket, pawing at it in a plaintive gesture.]
...i-it's my fault, [He says it before he even really means to, the sound escaping him in a very quiet laugh.] It's my fault, because I left. I knew he wasn't okay.
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...i-it's my fault, [He says it before he even really means to, the sound escaping him in a very quiet laugh.] It's my fault, because I left. I knew he wasn't okay.