[His dark eyes drop to one of Senri’s knees, but he doesn’t lift his eyes any more than that before he turns his head away again. The breech of personal space is familiar and suffocating all at once. How many times had he jumped on his shoulders, annoying, laughing like there’s no care, like there’s no weight of anything there.]
No. [He doesn’t finish the stir fry completely, but he at least ate enough. He puts it down and pulls away.] I’m tired of everyone else. [How mean does he have to be, he wonders, to keep people away.
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No. [He doesn’t finish the stir fry completely, but he at least ate enough. He puts it down and pulls away.] I’m tired of everyone else. [How mean does he have to be, he wonders, to keep people away.
So he can do what he needs to do.]
I’m leaving this time.