Hajime's expression flattens. It's not sadness, and it's not disappointment, and it's definitely not despair... though it's not very hopeful, either. If at all.
With his back to Nagito, Hajime moves slowly to the kitchen counter not too far from the table Nagito's sitting at. Hajime gets a plate, a glass, sets them on the countertop. The light of the refrigerator is cold on his face when he takes out the carton of milk.
Boring, huh...
It's another side-effect of the talent given to him. No, a consequence, and it can't be escaped. He can negotiate with the boredom, but he can't remove himself from it as he would a shirt, or a tie... Boredom follows him everywhere in the way his skin does. In the past, it's led him to do-- to do things he-- things he feels sick thinking about - and he does feel sick when he thinks about those things. He can feel sick, now that he's reminded himself how to feel all that Izuru Kamukura couldn't.
He takes a slice of bread from the breadbox. Slotting it into the toaster, he pushes down on the lever, and the slice is locked into place.
Hajime wants it to be his turn to say he didn't hate it, but he... he can't lie to himself. Or to Nagito. Boring doesn't begin to describe it. He can't even begin to put into words how bored out of his mind he was over the past few months. For so long, his efforts to wake Nagito up were, god, so persistently fruitless...
If he was still Izuru Kamukura, he would have given up on (abandoned) the task of waking up (reawakening) his friend (just another lucky student, one of so many, so boring)... but he's not that person any more.]
It... [He's not going to lie and say it wasn't boring, but he's not going to agree with Nagito, either.] ...It was a lot of work. [Yeah, that's probably the best way to put it for now.] I mean, it wasn't like I was just sitting next to your pod. Most of the time I spent in the pod room, I spent actively trying to wake you up.
[There's a ka-ching behind him all of a sudden, and he turns with the plate in hand to take the bread from the toaster. Setting the slice on the plate, he returns to the countertop, to pour the milk into the glass. The carton goes back into the fridge. Then Hajime takes the plate of toast and the glass of milk over to where Nagito's sitting. After setting both down on the table, Hajime steps around and sits in the chair opposite Nagito.
He's not comfortable, though. Though that blank expression of his is settling, it's settling into a frown. What Nagito said about just enjoying his freedom...]
Nagito, you were in a coma. Even if... it was difficult, and exhausting, and sometimes even thankless, spending every day in the pod room, trying to wake you up, I... not even once did I want to just give up and leave you. I... haha, come on... I can't believe you'd...
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Hajime's expression flattens. It's not sadness, and it's not disappointment, and it's definitely not despair... though it's not very hopeful, either. If at all.
With his back to Nagito, Hajime moves slowly to the kitchen counter not too far from the table Nagito's sitting at. Hajime gets a plate, a glass, sets them on the countertop. The light of the refrigerator is cold on his face when he takes out the carton of milk.
Boring, huh...
It's another side-effect of the talent given to him. No, a consequence, and it can't be escaped. He can negotiate with the boredom, but he can't remove himself from it as he would a shirt, or a tie... Boredom follows him everywhere in the way his skin does. In the past, it's led him to do-- to do things he-- things he feels sick thinking about - and he does feel sick when he thinks about those things. He can feel sick, now that he's reminded himself how to feel all that Izuru Kamukura couldn't.
He takes a slice of bread from the breadbox. Slotting it into the toaster, he pushes down on the lever, and the slice is locked into place.
Hajime wants it to be his turn to say he didn't hate it, but he... he can't lie to himself. Or to Nagito. Boring doesn't begin to describe it. He can't even begin to put into words how bored out of his mind he was over the past few months. For so long, his efforts to wake Nagito up were, god, so persistently fruitless...
If he was still Izuru Kamukura, he would have given up on (abandoned) the task of waking up (reawakening) his friend (just another lucky student, one of so many, so boring)... but he's not that person any more.]
It... [He's not going to lie and say it wasn't boring, but he's not going to agree with Nagito, either.] ...It was a lot of work. [Yeah, that's probably the best way to put it for now.] I mean, it wasn't like I was just sitting next to your pod. Most of the time I spent in the pod room, I spent actively trying to wake you up.
[There's a ka-ching behind him all of a sudden, and he turns with the plate in hand to take the bread from the toaster. Setting the slice on the plate, he returns to the countertop, to pour the milk into the glass. The carton goes back into the fridge. Then Hajime takes the plate of toast and the glass of milk over to where Nagito's sitting. After setting both down on the table, Hajime steps around and sits in the chair opposite Nagito.
He's not comfortable, though. Though that blank expression of his is settling, it's settling into a frown. What Nagito said about just enjoying his freedom...]
Nagito, you were in a coma. Even if... it was difficult, and exhausting, and sometimes even thankless, spending every day in the pod room, trying to wake you up, I... not even once did I want to just give up and leave you. I... haha, come on... I can't believe you'd...
You're my friend, Nagito. You know, I--
I don't not care about you.