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(he's grateful. he doesn't voice a word of it, but he feels relief mixed with the overwhelming sensation of grief as nahyuta stares. no judgement. the way he was always used to his friend looking at things. he pinches at a corner of the fabric, pulling it off his skin to realize just how soaked he actually was. well. at least nahyuta isn't shaming him the way trucy would.) Uh... no, I didn't, this is all--

(it's a challenge, to say the least, when the worst of your emotions you work so hard to make sure they never see the light of day are suddenly bubbling over out of your control. it's agonizingly strenuous. his voice is already cracking, as he brings a hand up to cover his face. hide any oncoming tears, or the way his lips are quivering. he knows they are.) S-Sorry. I just... I just need a minute, Nahyuta.