[The way Nagito's sitting forward on the table now, leaning in a little, it really is like this is making him happy. And... Hajime should be happy, knowing Nagito's in a good mood, but... but even so...
Hajime doesn't just feel hurt, he looks it, too. The corners of his lips are turned down and his eyes feel huge on his face.]
You're just teasing me...?
[The hurt worsens as Nagito goes on. Hajime tries to swallow most of it down, but it remains. His chest is sore. Why does Nagito have to talk about death so casually?
...No, Hajime knows why. Even now, after Nagito's been brought back to life in a way, death is still something he has to think about. He'll always have to think about it, as long as he's alive.]
I-- Y-You don't even need to promise something like that. Don't say things like that, Nagito. I don't want to think about you dying again.
[...but what Hajime wants to think about doesn't matter, does it. Nagito has to think about this all the time, whether he wants to or not. He doesn't get a choice.
They have good doctors here, and Hajime wants to promise Nagito that they might be able to do something to help his condition, but... that's not a promise he can keep, either.
He... he sighs. His emotional intelligence isn't strong enough that he can guess at the right thing to say, and he doesn't just want to say something for the sake of talking... His eyes dart around the room, and the ache in his chest intensifies as the silence settles in.]
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Hajime doesn't just feel hurt, he looks it, too. The corners of his lips are turned down and his eyes feel huge on his face.]
You're just teasing me...?
[The hurt worsens as Nagito goes on. Hajime tries to swallow most of it down, but it remains. His chest is sore. Why does Nagito have to talk about death so casually?
...No, Hajime knows why. Even now, after Nagito's been brought back to life in a way, death is still something he has to think about. He'll always have to think about it, as long as he's alive.]
I-- Y-You don't even need to promise something like that. Don't say things like that, Nagito. I don't want to think about you dying again.
[...but what Hajime wants to think about doesn't matter, does it. Nagito has to think about this all the time, whether he wants to or not. He doesn't get a choice.
They have good doctors here, and Hajime wants to promise Nagito that they might be able to do something to help his condition, but... that's not a promise he can keep, either.
He... he sighs. His emotional intelligence isn't strong enough that he can guess at the right thing to say, and he doesn't just want to say something for the sake of talking... His eyes dart around the room, and the ache in his chest intensifies as the silence settles in.]