it's the first and last thought to pass through his mind at the names subaru gives, a pang in his chest at the understanding that it wasn't only him who was hiding this from amami. komaeda... even a-yao knew, and here he was...
what is he doing here?
just like that, he feels hyper-conscious of the knife tucked safely in his pocket.
he doesn't reach for it though. instead, curls his fingers into fists, little crescent shapes pressed so hard against the inside of his palm there's no doubt they'll linger there even as he opens one hand, running it through his bangs with a look equal parts exasperation and irritation. watching closely the way his brows furrow, lips pulling into a thin line, it probably isn't difficult to see the hurt underlying either.
but he doesn't put it into words, or actions, or anything at all really. he swallows it down, as he does, and heaves a long exhale. turns to face — away. it doesn't matter where, just away. )
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it's the first and last thought to pass through his mind at the names subaru gives, a pang in his chest at the understanding that it wasn't only him who was hiding this from amami. komaeda... even a-yao knew, and here he was...
what is he doing here?
just like that, he feels hyper-conscious of the knife tucked safely in his pocket.
he doesn't reach for it though. instead, curls his fingers into fists, little crescent shapes pressed so hard against the inside of his palm there's no doubt they'll linger there even as he opens one hand, running it through his bangs with a look equal parts exasperation and irritation. watching closely the way his brows furrow, lips pulling into a thin line, it probably isn't difficult to see the hurt underlying either.
but he doesn't put it into words, or actions, or anything at all really. he swallows it down, as he does, and heaves a long exhale. turns to face — away. it doesn't matter where, just away. )
I'll see you back at the inn, Akehoshi-kun.