[For once in his life, Todomatsu has nothing to say. He, whose biggest concerns at 17 were trying to get girls to let him copy their math homework. He, who cried when his brother moved barely an hour away. He, who basically from day one has been poking and prodding at Arumat like he'd never had anything worse happen to him than having to wear a shirt that goes all the way down when in actuality that was a billion times not the case.
What's he even supposed to say to all this? "Sorry everyone you know is dead"? Give some inept, hackneyed reassurances? How can a trash-caste loser like him say anything at all? Ugh, maybe he shouldn't have been such a flippant, entitled ass, or at least not 100 percent of a dick 100 percent of the time. If he had only known, then...
...Then what? He'd have pussyfooted around like Arumat was some fragile thing seconds from breaking? He'd have said only the "right" things, thrown in some shallow, false sympathy, treated him different from every other person he'd ever met? That's--dumb, insultingly so, and leaves a bad taste in his mouth he's quick to try and forget. He'll figure something out. Nothing was different anyway, so...]
Sure don't do things by halves, do you.
[He could be allowed that one, right? Seriously, who survives not one, but two catastrophes like that? Just in case, he lays a hand on Arumat's arm, he's not trying to push away.]
...It wasn't a bad thing, was it? The talking part, not the content, obviously. I mean, now that you've told it, you don't feel worse...right?
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What's he even supposed to say to all this? "Sorry everyone you know is dead"? Give some inept, hackneyed reassurances? How can a trash-caste loser like him say anything at all? Ugh, maybe he shouldn't have been such a flippant, entitled ass, or at least not 100 percent of a dick 100 percent of the time. If he had only known, then...
...Then what? He'd have pussyfooted around like Arumat was some fragile thing seconds from breaking? He'd have said only the "right" things, thrown in some shallow, false sympathy, treated him different from every other person he'd ever met? That's--dumb, insultingly so, and leaves a bad taste in his mouth he's quick to try and forget. He'll figure something out. Nothing was different anyway, so...]
Sure don't do things by halves, do you.
[He could be allowed that one, right? Seriously, who survives not one, but two catastrophes like that? Just in case, he lays a hand on Arumat's arm, he's not trying to push away.]
...It wasn't a bad thing, was it? The talking part, not the content, obviously. I mean, now that you've told it, you don't feel worse...right?