[ the arms around him are the only thing steadying him, right now — he leans back against junpei slowly, carefully, despite how desperate he is for as much contact with him right now as possible. he places his hands on top of junpei's, looks at the way their fingers entwine like just the sight of them is enough to tether him into this moment, instead of letting all his memories whisk him away with them.
and he has to swallow back the initial urge to defend his mum; because, truly, deep down... ]
Yeah. I know. [ the words are quiet, like it pains him to say them. ]
And I can think that and still... get it, you know? I was always glad it was me and not her.
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and he has to swallow back the initial urge to defend his mum; because, truly, deep down... ]
Yeah. I know. [ the words are quiet, like it pains him to say them. ]
And I can think that and still... get it, you know? I was always glad it was me and not her.