[He curls his hands into Karamatsu’s shirt and chokes for a minute, and when he sits up to glare ineffectually at him his face and his eyes are red from the effort to not cry like the huge baby he really is. He shakes Karamatsu a little, gently, not keeping eye contact longer than maybe a few seconds.]

You are. I hate saying this, because I’ve always boasted this stupid obsession with “at least I’m better than Shittymatsu”, but I’ve never once been better than you. You’re actually likeable and you’re still sitting here looking after my wretched ass, drunk and sad about wasting a chance I probably never had in the first place.

[He looks back up, cracks something like a smile that really looks more like a grimace, and lets a thin track of tears make its way down his face.]

But, you know what? You’ve never once let me down. I’ve been such a piece of shit and you’re always there anyway. I’m so jealous of your kindness it makes me even sicker of myself than I already am.