[He isn't good with this. So, in the end, he doesn't say anything. Whatever he tries to offer, he knows, will only be platitudes. Words to placate, hollow. He doesn't think it had been intentionally mean... And he's sure Senri understands as much without him having to repeat it.
The tips of his calloused fingers comb through the edges of the orange hair, rubbing the strands gently between them.]
I still have the lighter. We can burn it if you want.
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The tips of his calloused fingers comb through the edges of the orange hair, rubbing the strands gently between them.]
I still have the lighter. We can burn it if you want.