[he doesn't look her way, but his face gets redder, ashamed of himself and the way he thinks. it's not her fault he's this way or that, and...maybe it's good of her to go and help? if it's her job.
is it?
he doesn't know.
what's fair and unfair in this world...he doesn't wholly know that, either. just the small offenses in his small life here and the lives of ones he cares about. Haru, too.
he doesn't want to think about this anymore.]
If you're...glad you went, then... [then what? does that make it fine? fine for her, maybe.]
no subject
is it?
he doesn't know.
what's fair and unfair in this world...he doesn't wholly know that, either. just the small offenses in his small life here and the lives of ones he cares about. Haru, too.
he doesn't want to think about this anymore.]
If you're...glad you went, then... [then what? does that make it fine? fine for her, maybe.]