[In all honesty, Tsukiyama has just completely had it with the day; everything has been upsetting and hideous and he can't focus for shit anymore, he can't recall being this messed up in his life, and he's already well surpassed the point of being able to function competently.
But something in what Ryuunosuke's words make something tighten in his chest, and it hurts - more than the hunger, more than the fear - and he finds himself bowing his head; it's another thing that Ryuunosuke will likely find familiar, given that the intention is to hide his eyes.
It doesn't hide the way his chest catches when he tries to breathe, though, or the way that he's smiling again but the expression is horrifically broken, or the way his voice is thick when he tries to speak or the fact that he hasn't cried in well over a decade but apparently, tonight is a good night for him to start again.
It does take him a while to find words; he doesn't find many, so the ones he does find will just have to be good enough.]
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But something in what Ryuunosuke's words make something tighten in his chest, and it hurts - more than the hunger, more than the fear - and he finds himself bowing his head; it's another thing that Ryuunosuke will likely find familiar, given that the intention is to hide his eyes.
It doesn't hide the way his chest catches when he tries to breathe, though, or the way that he's smiling again but the expression is horrifically broken, or the way his voice is thick when he tries to speak or the fact that he hasn't cried in well over a decade but apparently, tonight is a good night for him to start again.
It does take him a while to find words; he doesn't find many, so the ones he does find will just have to be good enough.]
...As long as you'll have me.