-goes back to the bedroom and gets changed with a feeling of weight on his heart-
-when he comes back he can’t quite look at her-
-sits down across from her silently-
-sniffs once more and swallows her tears when he comes back-
-shakily pours a cup of tea and pushes it slowly in his direction-
…どうぞ.
ありがとう.
-can tell well enough that she is upset-
Kohana…I feel like this was a lot less…awkward between us before we….
Is there any way to go back? Would you like to be…friends?
-takes a sip of tea and swallows thickly-
-That isn’t so easy is it? You can’t forget what another person’s skin feels like just like that. The pleasure of knowing someone so intimately won’t just leave your mind-
…Was it so terrible that you can’t even speak to me as you once did? Should I have stopped you?
…Do you despise me?
-sighs and slumps over, dropping her head on the table, manners be damned-
-mumbles and whines and groans to herself-
Oh. Right. Of course. -blushes- I’m sure your hair is nicer. Mine is plain, but it suits me, I suppose.
No no, when you pet my hair. /pats his head awkwardly again Your hair is maybe as nice as mine, though. (• ˘ v˘•)...


