[ Saphir's fists clench tighter, nails digging deeper into his skin and making him wince. He should have kept staring into his cup, but he makes the mistake of looking up, seeing those looks they exchange and that shitty half smile on Subete's face.
Why is this happening? If Hikage had brought some random girl over, he could have managed with a little effort to be the supportive friend he wants to be, but this-- forcing him into a situation where he has to invite this cold person who tried to frame him for murder into his house and serve him tea, and then learning that the friend he'd tried so hard not to let down cares more about that person than about him -- this feels like they're deliberately grinding salt into a wound that's still fresh. They know he'd lost all those memories during the time they'd been in stasis, right? That he hasn't actually had twenty years to process any of this?
There isn't going to be any pleasant silence to enjoy, because after having to listen to Subete's smug, uncaring voice again, Saphir stands up and slams a trembling hand down on the table -- weakly, but the silverware his hand unintentionally lands on still makes enough of a clatter to elicit a squawk from the bird in the next room. ]
Well, I don't want to hear it, so will you shut up about it and just answer my stupid question about the layover?
[ Raising his voice makes it break just like he'd expected; he sounds like a petulant child and he knows it and hates it. Nobody even cares about their flight, least of all him, but he can't deal with being brushed off and ignored right now, so this is what he's grabbing onto. ]
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Why is this happening? If Hikage had brought some random girl over, he could have managed with a little effort to be the supportive friend he wants to be, but this-- forcing him into a situation where he has to invite this cold person who tried to frame him for murder into his house and serve him tea, and then learning that the friend he'd tried so hard not to let down cares more about that person than about him -- this feels like they're deliberately grinding salt into a wound that's still fresh. They know he'd lost all those memories during the time they'd been in stasis, right? That he hasn't actually had twenty years to process any of this?
There isn't going to be any pleasant silence to enjoy, because after having to listen to Subete's smug, uncaring voice again, Saphir stands up and slams a trembling hand down on the table -- weakly, but the silverware his hand unintentionally lands on still makes enough of a clatter to elicit a squawk from the bird in the next room. ]
Well, I don't want to hear it, so will you shut up about it and just answer my stupid question about the layover?
[ Raising his voice makes it break just like he'd expected; he sounds like a petulant child and he knows it and hates it. Nobody even cares about their flight, least of all him, but he can't deal with being brushed off and ignored right now, so this is what he's grabbing onto. ]