There's a little thread of tension, not because of whose embrace it is but because Matsui is always the type of person reluctant to accept any form of comfort or warmth when in the throes that human emotion so often tosses him into.
The apology is met with a soft:] I am, too. [Because what else can they do but feel sorrow and apology for the world as it exists, and for the fact that they're also caught up in its ceaseless grind?
A few seconds pass after that, silent and heavy. Matsui is always in some stage of mourning, but it becomes particularly obvious in times like this, where he lets his head rest against D's shoulder and seems to seep through with that heaviness like an anchor on the sea bed. He's already asked this before, but he asks again.]
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There's a little thread of tension, not because of whose embrace it is but because Matsui is always the type of person reluctant to accept any form of comfort or warmth when in the throes that human emotion so often tosses him into.
The apology is met with a soft:] I am, too. [Because what else can they do but feel sorrow and apology for the world as it exists, and for the fact that they're also caught up in its ceaseless grind?
A few seconds pass after that, silent and heavy. Matsui is always in some stage of mourning, but it becomes particularly obvious in times like this, where he lets his head rest against D's shoulder and seems to seep through with that heaviness like an anchor on the sea bed. He's already asked this before, but he asks again.]
Do you think they will?