[ there's something to be said for the way until now, even so much as thinking about annoying junpei with anything would have sent him spiraling — but here, it's worth it, when it's about this. he can handle that annoyance, can trust that it'll abate eventually; but he can't handle not at least trying.
granted, he's also trying to soften it, leave it to be junpei's own decision what to do or say, instead of really pushing him into talking; won't you tell me what really happened, his own voice rings in his ears, and the many times edwin kept shutting him out despite him asking, and asking, and asking.
and unfortunately, thinking of all that, the shoulder bump just reminds him of the few but memorable times edwin's stormed out on him, usually bumping into him forcefully in the process, the equivalent of a door slam when the entire row is happening in the middle of a street — so he closes his eyes for a moment, taking it as a sign of anger more than anything else, but it's fine. it's fine — if this means junpei's talking to him about this, then that's what matters. he can handle the anger, just as he can handle junpei not so much as looking at him; it's why he remains standing where he is, before taking a few steps, and eventually settling on leaning against the dresser. ]
What does it matter if it freaks me out, [ he mutters, crossing his arms. ] Why does everyone keep thinking I'd rather be kept in the dark about the details, when the details will eventually hit me in the fucking face anyway?
[ hell had, after all, and he wouldn't put it past this place to somehow slap them both with junpei's past, in the future. so he sighs, then, runs his hand through his hair again, the curls looking truly wild now. ] Don't know either, do I? That's kind of the point.
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granted, he's also trying to soften it, leave it to be junpei's own decision what to do or say, instead of really pushing him into talking; won't you tell me what really happened, his own voice rings in his ears, and the many times edwin kept shutting him out despite him asking, and asking, and asking.
and unfortunately, thinking of all that, the shoulder bump just reminds him of the few but memorable times edwin's stormed out on him, usually bumping into him forcefully in the process, the equivalent of a door slam when the entire row is happening in the middle of a street — so he closes his eyes for a moment, taking it as a sign of anger more than anything else, but it's fine. it's fine — if this means junpei's talking to him about this, then that's what matters. he can handle the anger, just as he can handle junpei not so much as looking at him; it's why he remains standing where he is, before taking a few steps, and eventually settling on leaning against the dresser. ]
What does it matter if it freaks me out, [ he mutters, crossing his arms. ] Why does everyone keep thinking I'd rather be kept in the dark about the details, when the details will eventually hit me in the fucking face anyway?
[ hell had, after all, and he wouldn't put it past this place to somehow slap them both with junpei's past, in the future. so he sighs, then, runs his hand through his hair again, the curls looking truly wild now. ] Don't know either, do I? That's kind of the point.