[ koujaku's clearly not going to say anything if aoba doesn't, so he takes the lead. ]
About what happened. [ no point in dancing around the subject, might as well cut to the chase. he can't help squirming inside in discomfort however, trying to keep it off his face to the best of his abilities. how can you ask someone, how can he ask koujaku if he meant it when he said he's loved him since they were children? aoba balks, and forces the words off his tongue. his hands are clammy where they meet as he twists them in his lap. ] I'm sorry.
no subject
About what happened. [ no point in dancing around the subject, might as well cut to the chase. he can't help squirming inside in discomfort however, trying to keep it off his face to the best of his abilities. how can you ask someone, how can he ask koujaku if he meant it when he said he's loved him since they were children? aoba balks, and forces the words off his tongue. his hands are clammy where they meet as he twists them in his lap. ] I'm sorry.