[That's just it, Karamatsu-- you are. You're being supportive and exactly what he won't admit he needs, right now, and he's handling it badly. As such, he flinches at his brother's weight leaning into him, but doesn't move away from it, just curling tighter around the mask in his lap and taking slow, measured breaths.]

[Slow, measured breaths which he lets out in an abrupt rush of air that resembles an ugly, ugly laugh, and he draws his knees up toward the underside of the table.]

See-- that's just it. It wouldn't be so bad, I don't think. To be like you-- to be willing to be honest. Maybe then I'd know what the fuck to feel, right now.

[At least if he'd made a mistake, Reaper would still be there to be mad at him. At least if he were mad it'd be something he could fix. At least, he'd not be floundering over this sudden gaping hole in his person, having only just barely realized friendship had taken the place of what had always been a void in his gut.]