[ it's funny how easy it is for him, to talk about the fact he cares about junpei — it's just a fact, now, something he could say just as easily and with as much conviction as something like "the sun will rise tomorrow" or "the water boils at a hundred degrees celsius", you know? and yet, hearing it said back at him? makes him feel out of his depth, even at the same time as it makes him feel warm and pleased.

he sighs and shakes his head. ] Nah, what I'd really want is to forget all about all of that, but... [ not going to happen, that, is it? so instead, he huffs something of a laugh, self-deprecating though it is. ]

Just, thought that was the one thing I wouldn't have to deal with, anymore. That if there was one good thing about being dead, then that was not having to talk to my dad ever again.