[ A simple boy with a very complicated friend, who presses his face a little harder into Chiaki so he won't have to speak- or if he does, his voice will be too muffled to hear. How is he supposed to say any of what he did? Of how he'd run away, the complete opposite of the heroes that he and Chiaki used to play? He'd be disappointed.
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You talked to my grandparents?
[ He shifts anxiously under Chiaki's hold. He hasn't heard anything from his grandparents since he left their home almost eight years ago, exactly as intended, seeing as he'd left behind no contact, but that never meant he didn't miss them, or stopped thinking about them. ]
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You talked to my grandparents?
[ He shifts anxiously under Chiaki's hold. He hasn't heard anything from his grandparents since he left their home almost eight years ago, exactly as intended, seeing as he'd left behind no contact, but that never meant he didn't miss them, or stopped thinking about them. ]
How were they...