[Fuyuhiko watches her close her eyes and feels helplessly stupid. He feels her apology like a twist in the gut, and he looks down at the pattern of her hakama instead of her eyes.]
Look, I know. I know I could've.
[After a second, he puts her hand back where it was against his jaw and holds it there gently. His palm is warm, despite the weather. He studies her face again, his own expression solemn and set.]
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Look, I know. I know I could've.
[After a second, he puts her hand back where it was against his jaw and holds it there gently. His palm is warm, despite the weather. He studies her face again, his own expression solemn and set.]
Mayoi, it's fine.
[He breathes out.]
It's not like I'm gonna do that shit ever again.