I'm sorry-- it should be me, I've never done anything for us, for him, I'm.

[He pulls his hair again, and he's started to hyperventilate, but he's trying to figure out how to stop. He knows he's not okay and he knows it's better to get it out of his system now, but Karamatsu doesn't deserve this and everything is just happening too fast for him to keep up. He feels sick but there's nothing in his stomach to purge, and Karamatsu is making him ramen because he's worried, and he wants to cry and beat his head in and claw his hair out all at once.]

I can't breathe.