( lord knows he's not fond of this, no. he's managed to pull them up, sure, make sure they're alive, but he doesn't get the chance to see if they're okay after. subaru has his arms wrapped around them in an instant, and with the knowledge that somehow... somehow this must be his fault, amami can't help that something bitter turns in the pit of his stomach when he's denied this.
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he swallows down the sigh though, because... as little as amami cares for subaru's response in this moment, he's not going to prioritize that fact over kamo-kun's wellbeing. and besides that fact, he knows that subaru has always been better for this... has always known what they needed when they panic, far better than amami himself. the bitter thing turns again, but amami crouches down next to them. not necessarily to touch, but so that his voice can be heard — gentle and warm, calm and washed clean of any of the frustration audible just a moment ago. )
You don't have to apologize. Are you okay, Kamo-kun?
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he swallows down the sigh though, because... as little as amami cares for subaru's response in this moment, he's not going to prioritize that fact over kamo-kun's wellbeing. and besides that fact, he knows that subaru has always been better for this... has always known what they needed when they panic, far better than amami himself. the bitter thing turns again, but amami crouches down next to them. not necessarily to touch, but so that his voice can be heard — gentle and warm, calm and washed clean of any of the frustration audible just a moment ago. )
You don't have to apologize. Are you okay, Kamo-kun?