[He stills completely. He thinks about that. He thinks about what it means, that Karamatsu isn't taking the chance to talk to him, to be closer to him, and he feels it take a vice grip on his insides and squeeze. He swallows, audibly, and nods, recoiling and sitting straight in his seat for a moment. He doesn't turn toward him, and he doesn't raise his voice above a whisper. Karamatsu might even miss that he spoke.]
I'm sorry.
[He should have hidden better. He didn't figure any of them were looking for him anymore, not that they should have been in the first place. He didn't want to be found. He couldn't do this, he-- He coils sideways again, into the window, this time folding his arms around his head and trying desperately to shut off. Karamatsu didn't need these. Osomatsu didn't need this. None of them needed this. He was a disaster, a problem, and he was doing it again. He was being too much trouble, he couldn't handle himself, and no one needed to deal with him right then. He keeps his breathing shallow, and scrunches his eyes shut for a long time, until the pressure of his own eyelids makes his vision spot, and then he opens them to stare dully out the window.]
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Date: 2016-08-14 06:54 am (UTC)I'm sorry.
[He should have hidden better. He didn't figure any of them were looking for him anymore, not that they should have been in the first place. He didn't want to be found. He couldn't do this, he-- He coils sideways again, into the window, this time folding his arms around his head and trying desperately to shut off. Karamatsu didn't need these. Osomatsu didn't need this. None of them needed this. He was a disaster, a problem, and he was doing it again. He was being too much trouble, he couldn't handle himself, and no one needed to deal with him right then. He keeps his breathing shallow, and scrunches his eyes shut for a long time, until the pressure of his own eyelids makes his vision spot, and then he opens them to stare dully out the window.]