[He's. He's upset. He's really upset, honestly. And he doesn't know what to do with it. So he just chews on the inside of his lower lip, breathing carefully through his nose and smoothing his fingertips over his forehead, trying to reign himself in. He's not exactly the sort to cry about this situation, but it's a lot of anger and a lot of unhappiness and he doesn't quite know how to equalize it.]
[Hayato's hand startles him enough to make him jolt, and he follows the hand back to his friend's expression, a forced, crooked smile quirking his mouth. His own hand cover's Hayato's for a moment and he squeezes.]
It is what it is, I guess. It's. So much is wrong right now.
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[Hayato's hand startles him enough to make him jolt, and he follows the hand back to his friend's expression, a forced, crooked smile quirking his mouth. His own hand cover's Hayato's for a moment and he squeezes.]
It is what it is, I guess. It's. So much is wrong right now.