[ It's kind of ironic, though, that even if "Syaoran" might have looked older, experienced so much pain for a lifetime— they're actually the same age. Hearing the city's name is nice, even though it raises much more questions that expected; this Yukito is definitely decisively different than the one he knows from back home or even his memories.
But when he reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder, he can't help but flinch a little bit, even as he asks the question.
Because the answer doesn't exactly come too easily, and it shows in his downcast eyes. ]
It's... a long story. [ One that, judging by how his voice is so tight, he doesn't really feel like telling. ] I'm fine, though. I've recovered well enough.
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But when he reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder, he can't help but flinch a little bit, even as he asks the question.
Because the answer doesn't exactly come too easily, and it shows in his downcast eyes. ]
It's... a long story. [ One that, judging by how his voice is so tight, he doesn't really feel like telling. ] I'm fine, though. I've recovered well enough.