[ He doesn't. He doesn't have a clue. Somewhere in his head, he thinks, because you're jealous, but then he doesn't even know what Ichimatsu would be jealous about. There's nothing to be jealous about— he pretends there is because there really isn't anything. He rubs his hand against the swelling on his cheek. Ichimatsu is so right. He doesn't know who he is anymore, too scared to show his real feelings and trying so hard to be something else. ]
—Then tell me why. Because through all of the bad, I've seen all of the good in you too. [ HE SAYS THIS AFTER YOU JUST PUNCHED HIM. ]
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He rubs his hand against the swelling on his cheek. Ichimatsu is so right. He doesn't know who he is anymore, too scared to show his real feelings and trying so hard to be something else. ]
—Then tell me why.
Because through all of the bad, I've seen all of the good in you too.
[ HE SAYS THIS AFTER YOU JUST PUNCHED HIM. ]