[Ryūji is uncharacteristically quiet through that explanation. He goes from surprise to regret to fury in quick succession, and it shows clearly on his face.
By the end of it he’s clenching his jaw, and his fists. His nostrils flare as he exhales harshly. He didn’t even know he’d been holding his breath, but man are his lungs craving oxygen.
His fists unclench slowly as he realizes that he should probably react to that. There are cuts in his palm from his fingernails. He should trim those. Later.
He clears his throat, and clasps a hand to Yūsuke’s shoulder. Hearing that really pisses him off. But he’s glad they helped this guy. Maybe he’s got his reasons for being a weirdo.]
Let him rot, then. C’mon, let’s take a walk. Just... do it normally, alright?
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By the end of it he’s clenching his jaw, and his fists. His nostrils flare as he exhales harshly. He didn’t even know he’d been holding his breath, but man are his lungs craving oxygen.
His fists unclench slowly as he realizes that he should probably react to that. There are cuts in his palm from his fingernails. He should trim those. Later.
He clears his throat, and clasps a hand to Yūsuke’s shoulder. Hearing that really pisses him off. But he’s glad they helped this guy. Maybe he’s got his reasons for being a weirdo.]
Let him rot, then. C’mon, let’s take a walk. Just... do it normally, alright?