[It's all still so surreal, standing there as Juzo stops laughing and approaches. He's really feeling the rain now, how his suit clings to him and exacerbates the stress on his body. His eyes are unfocused as he continues scanning the square, only intent on not looking at his friend as he tries to shuffle through jumbled thoughts and emotions before they fold together into despair.
He only looks up when Juzo touches his arm, more to acknowledge the hand on him than anything else. But his eyes climb higher, to Juzo's face, and he releases a weary sigh at the brightness of tears he finds there.]
I'm sorry.
[The thready words are out before he can plan anything else to act as a follow-up, lacking his usual eloquence and forethought. But it seems appropriate enough at the moment--a broad apology for his anger, for Juzo's hurt and his own obliviousness, for whatever barrier must have existed between them that made it impossible for Juzo to confess to him until now.
He surprises himself somewhat when he finally finds his voice, echoing the sentiment he had shared with Chisa.]
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He only looks up when Juzo touches his arm, more to acknowledge the hand on him than anything else. But his eyes climb higher, to Juzo's face, and he releases a weary sigh at the brightness of tears he finds there.]
I'm sorry.
[The thready words are out before he can plan anything else to act as a follow-up, lacking his usual eloquence and forethought. But it seems appropriate enough at the moment--a broad apology for his anger, for Juzo's hurt and his own obliviousness, for whatever barrier must have existed between them that made it impossible for Juzo to confess to him until now.
He surprises himself somewhat when he finally finds his voice, echoing the sentiment he had shared with Chisa.]
You deserved better than this.