[Part of it's fear. This feels familiar. It feels bad. It feels like the breaking point of something. And part of it's guilt. He did this. He upset Shuji like this. Even if it wasn't on purpose, even if he didn't have any control over it, that doesn't matter. It's still his fault.]
[He doesn't say any of this. He just stares, and feels sick. After a moment, he drops his hands to his sides.]
Sorry, [he says, quiet and deliberately controlled.] I'm sorry, Shuji. That's fucked up. That's not okay.
. . . I get it. You don't have to say it if you don't want to. I get it.
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[Part of it's fear. This feels familiar. It feels bad. It feels like the breaking point of something. And part of it's guilt. He did this. He upset Shuji like this. Even if it wasn't on purpose, even if he didn't have any control over it, that doesn't matter. It's still his fault.]
[He doesn't say any of this. He just stares, and feels sick. After a moment, he drops his hands to his sides.]
Sorry, [he says, quiet and deliberately controlled.] I'm sorry, Shuji. That's fucked up. That's not okay.
. . . I get it. You don't have to say it if you don't want to. I get it.