[His mouth forms a little "o" at the mention of Theo's thermostat abilities, but it's the question that makes him curl inward just slightly. His hand drops from his hair, but he folds his knee a little closer to himself, rubbing his thumb over the back of Kotone's knuckles.]
[Was it hard? Was it hard? He almost wants to laugh at it. He was sixteen, discarded by his parents and thrown into a city he'd only ever heard of but never seen, lost and thrown into a parallel world his first day of school. Scolded for being late, never once bothering to try and explain that he and Ryuji could have died. He made friends he wouldn't trade for the world, but they saw him as this infallible pillar of strength and ability that he felt so disconnected from sometimes he laid awake at night staring at the ceiling trying to figure out how he'd gotten here. The plan for the interrogation room had been cumulative, and he'd agreed, but...]
[He closes his eyes and sees empty syringes, over-shined shoes under too-pressed slacks, felt the bruising all over again. He flinches, opening his eyes to clear the sight, and draws in a startled gasp of breath, squeezing her hand. His voice is very small.]
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[Was it hard? Was it hard? He almost wants to laugh at it. He was sixteen, discarded by his parents and thrown into a city he'd only ever heard of but never seen, lost and thrown into a parallel world his first day of school. Scolded for being late, never once bothering to try and explain that he and Ryuji could have died. He made friends he wouldn't trade for the world, but they saw him as this infallible pillar of strength and ability that he felt so disconnected from sometimes he laid awake at night staring at the ceiling trying to figure out how he'd gotten here. The plan for the interrogation room had been cumulative, and he'd agreed, but...]
[He closes his eyes and sees empty syringes, over-shined shoes under too-pressed slacks, felt the bruising all over again. He flinches, opening his eyes to clear the sight, and draws in a startled gasp of breath, squeezing her hand. His voice is very small.]
Every day.