[He makes a startled half-sound in the back of his throat at that, and can't meet his eyes for a while. Some strange collection of expressions wash over his face, from confused to frustrated to just the barest hints of melancholy, and finally he just closes his eyes and shakes his head, forcing a half-chuckle of his own.]
[The half-quirk to one corner of his mouth doesn't look like a smile at all, more like a grimace. Of course he couldn't give encouragement. He doesn't know how. That's why he's coddled, why the others are always providing him with it. Maybe that's the problem-- he saps all their niceness out, so nobody has any left for Karamatsu. Because he's the one that's coddled and broken, and still mean and nasty and bitter with it. His stomach twists and the attempt at a smile quirking one corner of his mouth sours, like it hurts to maintain, as he brings his eyes up to look at Karamatsu.]
...You have no reason to believe I'm trying at all, so. Not from me, all you can get from me is insults and punches thrown.
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[The half-quirk to one corner of his mouth doesn't look like a smile at all, more like a grimace. Of course he couldn't give encouragement. He doesn't know how. That's why he's coddled, why the others are always providing him with it. Maybe that's the problem-- he saps all their niceness out, so nobody has any left for Karamatsu. Because he's the one that's coddled and broken, and still mean and nasty and bitter with it. His stomach twists and the attempt at a smile quirking one corner of his mouth sours, like it hurts to maintain, as he brings his eyes up to look at Karamatsu.]
...You have no reason to believe I'm trying at all, so. Not from me, all you can get from me is insults and punches thrown.
[He drops his gaze again.]
...I'm just making this worse. [Like always.]