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Week 5 Wednesday Night
Jul. 6th, 2017 03:07 am [ The fact that this week has been awful is an incredible understatement. If he had a choice, Ryoji would have done exactly what he did that moonlit night-- distance himself from everyone both literally and figuratively. But that's the thing about being trapped in a murder hospital, it's impossible to get away from everyone. Still, he could have easily retreated into himself further if not for certain reassuring words, and the thought that Makoto would never forgive him if he did.
So by Wednesday, he's still off and still angry (at himself) that Makoto is in yet another situation because of him, but he's somewhat functional. Functional enough to agree to Rin's request of a platonic date (he had never been on one before), with the knowledge that she probably would have persisted if he turned her down. What he didn't expect were activities that were so thoughtful and sincere, that he couldn't keep up the mask he had worn so often these past few days. It's not like he had ever really wanted to push people away, but it was the easiest thing to do.
He doesn't say anything until they enter his room, though he's had his hands on his scarf the entire way here-- the motions a natural comfort for him. Desperately, he doesn't wish to have this talk but maybe if he told her, she would finally understand. Understand why she shouldn't bother to cheer him up, or waste any time on him. ]
If I tell you why things are different now, will you stop being so kind to me? [ There's no bite behind his words, just an overwhelming sense of sadness. ]
So by Wednesday, he's still off and still angry (at himself) that Makoto is in yet another situation because of him, but he's somewhat functional. Functional enough to agree to Rin's request of a platonic date (he had never been on one before), with the knowledge that she probably would have persisted if he turned her down. What he didn't expect were activities that were so thoughtful and sincere, that he couldn't keep up the mask he had worn so often these past few days. It's not like he had ever really wanted to push people away, but it was the easiest thing to do.
He doesn't say anything until they enter his room, though he's had his hands on his scarf the entire way here-- the motions a natural comfort for him. Desperately, he doesn't wish to have this talk but maybe if he told her, she would finally understand. Understand why she shouldn't bother to cheer him up, or waste any time on him. ]
If I tell you why things are different now, will you stop being so kind to me? [ There's no bite behind his words, just an overwhelming sense of sadness. ]
