[it doesn't matter if he's turning to leave, because senri is immediately following after him, reaching for his hand and squeezing. squeezing tight. a grip that doesn't match with how suddenly fragile he feels.]

That - was you?

[his voice trembles, and shakes]

... don't be sorry. [and he hates how he already feels himself crying again, and a hand comes up to brush away the tears that are certainly running down his cheeks] Don't be sorry for... giving me something I wanted...

[it's such a difficult feeling.

when this entire time, since he found out about the brooch, he'd been thinking about how deeply he suddenly wishes that people could care about him less. how intensely he wants them to forget him, if it just meant caring about themselves a little bit more.

yet when confronted with this - with this understanding of what was given to him, by someone who cared about him.

he's still too stupid, and selfish to let go]

Don't apologize.... [more brokenly:] Don't go...