[ So it was that sort of lie. Lying to be friends with him, in order to be friends with her, in order to get information from her because of her position. In the end, it had nothing to do with them as people. In the end, he... it wouldn't have... he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up.
It makes him feel numb, that he can't even appreciate Natsume's honesty, or what it means that he's admitting this to him. The hand that Natsume takes is limp, with no effort to hold it up so that when Natsume finishes tracing out that symbol he had held so close to his heart and lets go, his hand drops to his side.
Head bowed, he can feel the tears prick and well from behind his eyes, but he won't let them fall. If he doesn't blink, if he stares hard at the ground and doesn't blink, they won't fall and he's not crying. ]
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It makes him feel numb, that he can't even appreciate Natsume's honesty, or what it means that he's admitting this to him. The hand that Natsume takes is limp, with no effort to hold it up so that when Natsume finishes tracing out that symbol he had held so close to his heart and lets go, his hand drops to his side.
Head bowed, he can feel the tears prick and well from behind his eyes, but he won't let them fall. If he doesn't blink, if he stares hard at the ground and doesn't blink, they won't fall and he's not crying. ]