[ despite his personas' efforts to dull the pain and rosalind's light touches, he still flinches yet he continues to stay unmoving for her. he falls silent at her question and doesn't answer for a few seconds. how much does he tell her? does he tell her what he did right before he got dragged into the fight? or does he tell her the circumstances leading up to the fight? ]
[ after another second, he decides to just spill everything ]
Tatsuma, my boyfriend, was seeking someone. He was hurt, not thinking clearly, and wanted to take revenge for what happened. It eventually led him to a bar and he tried to harm the one whom he thought was responsible. I, along with a few others, tried to stop him, to convince him that this wasn't the way to handle it, but he didn't listen. He tried to stay and then... he got hit with a beer bottle over the head... I snapped and this is what happened.
[ he tilts his head slightly, moving his cheek against her fingertips. he pauses once more as if trying to hold himself back from talking but for some reason, everything just opens up like a dam. as if everything that he has been bottling up until this night has finally reached its limit, breaking and spilling in an ugly mess of emotions from sympathy to hopelessness ]
... I don't blame him for everything, though. I can understand how he feels. I was in the same situation as well. I... [ he breathes ] ...lost someone dear to me as well because of someone else. My friends wanted a solution, something to make them feel better for their and my loss and we came close. It nearly happened but it didn't. After that... I don't know. I don't know what we did.
[ the memory came to an end, of course, and the frustration and despair are evident in his voice. to never have the full story, the entire picture, and how they were able to pick themselves up-- how he was able to pick himself up... it makes him feel powerless ]
And now we're here, in this world, and Tatsuma is going through the same thing, and I don't know what to do... I don't know what to do to make it better.
[ his hands bundled up into tight fists and he closes his eyes, head lowering as he finally moves and reveals a side of weakness that he hardly shows ]
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[ after another second, he decides to just spill everything ]
Tatsuma, my boyfriend, was seeking someone. He was hurt, not thinking clearly, and wanted to take revenge for what happened. It eventually led him to a bar and he tried to harm the one whom he thought was responsible. I, along with a few others, tried to stop him, to convince him that this wasn't the way to handle it, but he didn't listen. He tried to stay and then... he got hit with a beer bottle over the head... I snapped and this is what happened.
[ he tilts his head slightly, moving his cheek against her fingertips. he pauses once more as if trying to hold himself back from talking but for some reason, everything just opens up like a dam. as if everything that he has been bottling up until this night has finally reached its limit, breaking and spilling in an ugly mess of emotions from sympathy to hopelessness ]
... I don't blame him for everything, though. I can understand how he feels. I was in the same situation as well. I... [ he breathes ] ...lost someone dear to me as well because of someone else. My friends wanted a solution, something to make them feel better for their and my loss and we came close. It nearly happened but it didn't. After that... I don't know. I don't know what we did.
[ the memory came to an end, of course, and the frustration and despair are evident in his voice. to never have the full story, the entire picture, and how they were able to pick themselves up-- how he was able to pick himself up... it makes him feel powerless ]
And now we're here, in this world, and Tatsuma is going through the same thing, and I don't know what to do... I don't know what to do to make it better.
[ his hands bundled up into tight fists and he closes his eyes, head lowering as he finally moves and reveals a side of weakness that he hardly shows ]