[ he's so, so angry but now there is surprise sadness in the elevator. the end result is that he rage-sniffles for a moment as mikazuki dabs at his eyes like a child. the thought of being in his sleeve-burrito, for some reason, feels as though it may be the safest place in this elevator.
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he does not understand so he will simply raise his long sleeve and briefly dust over dimitri's eyes with the fabric
it is fine it can be washed]
There is little to excuse.
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could it be that this is... the worst? ]
...Thank you.
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[rather easily, though he's still. confused,,]
... would you care to speak on the matter?
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Frankly, I don't really think I could... These feelings come and go, so I cannot get much of a grasp of them.
[ also, he thinks it's a little invasive of a certain someone's privacy to go into it. ]
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I see, I see... Well, the heart itself is a rather fickle thing.
I shall be glad when you feel more stable, but until that moment arrives, we will simply continue to look after one another.