that really explains a hell of a lot more than it should, and it's one of those things that unsettles him a lot. it's enough to take the wind out of his sails a bit—some of that intensity deflates, though his expression doesn't immediately change.
it's like that, huh? she's another person who has the experience of other places and times, of meeting people she was never really meant to meet at all. and in that place—whatever place that is—they were acquainted. not only were they acquainted, but she knew kondou too, and that makes it a little worse. it does send a tightness into his chest, because he misses kondou more than anything in the world. not getting to see kondou for a year is killer enough to send him a bit off-kilter.]
Ahh, I see. So it's just like that, is it? [his expression changes along with his tone; though he's clearly trying to keep things light, there's a bitter undertone to it all. it's not yuuki's fault. souji knows it's not her fault that some other "him" (because they're not the same, even if they're the same, the way he sees it) got to be taken from kyoto and still be with kondou.
how is that fair? it's not fair at all.]
I guess there'll be a time when I decide to get a haircut, then. It's not something that's happened that I can remember. [he states it somewhat idly. obviously, that's true—even if there's no way to be sure what the circumstances are that would lead to that. he really likes his hair this way, and especially without kondou around, it's a nice homage to his favorite person.
there's a lot he wants to know, honestly. he's curious about yuuki now more than he had been before. who was she? how well did she know him? how well did he know her? they're the sorts of things he normally would have a single fuck to give about, but her words and tone have turned that around in a pretty drastic way. but souji isn't sure how to ask those things directly, especially when he still hasn't entirely collected his thoughts about it.
so for now, he remains as he is, with that idle acknowledgement of the circumstances being all he says. for a moment, his eyes are fixated on her, curious to see how she responds. curious to know a lot that normally would have went ignored. but his gaze doesn't remain that way very solidly—he's a little distracted by his conflicting feelings over everything else he's just been told.]
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that really explains a hell of a lot more than it should, and it's one of those things that unsettles him a lot. it's enough to take the wind out of his sails a bit—some of that intensity deflates, though his expression doesn't immediately change.
it's like that, huh? she's another person who has the experience of other places and times, of meeting people she was never really meant to meet at all. and in that place—whatever place that is—they were acquainted. not only were they acquainted, but she knew kondou too, and that makes it a little worse. it does send a tightness into his chest, because he misses kondou more than anything in the world. not getting to see kondou for a year is killer enough to send him a bit off-kilter.]
Ahh, I see. So it's just like that, is it? [his expression changes along with his tone; though he's clearly trying to keep things light, there's a bitter undertone to it all. it's not yuuki's fault. souji knows it's not her fault that some other "him" (because they're not the same, even if they're the same, the way he sees it) got to be taken from kyoto and still be with kondou.
how is that fair? it's not fair at all.]
I guess there'll be a time when I decide to get a haircut, then. It's not something that's happened that I can remember. [he states it somewhat idly. obviously, that's true—even if there's no way to be sure what the circumstances are that would lead to that. he really likes his hair this way, and especially without kondou around, it's a nice homage to his favorite person.
there's a lot he wants to know, honestly. he's curious about yuuki now more than he had been before. who was she? how well did she know him? how well did he know her? they're the sorts of things he normally would have a single fuck to give about, but her words and tone have turned that around in a pretty drastic way. but souji isn't sure how to ask those things directly, especially when he still hasn't entirely collected his thoughts about it.
so for now, he remains as he is, with that idle acknowledgement of the circumstances being all he says. for a moment, his eyes are fixated on her, curious to see how she responds. curious to know a lot that normally would have went ignored. but his gaze doesn't remain that way very solidly—he's a little distracted by his conflicting feelings over everything else he's just been told.]