[He'd still been pacing, tiny flurries of snow trailing after him - not heavy, but light enough to show that inner turmoil twisting and turning inside him while he was trying to come to some sort of decision. Irritated at the fact that he couldn't just do it, because he's never had a problem speaking his mind before - but this was different.
This was... even with Ken, he never knew how to apologize to him. Couldn't, because what does one say to a child who's mother was taken from them? That if given the chance, he would have traded places with her in a god damn second if the boy could have the childhood he deserved. Fuuka hadn't died, sure, but she could have. It was damn near close, and he couldn't help but compare the two incidents because he was facing that same stupid fucking problem.
And even then, he still ran. Just like last time - said some dumb apology and turned her back on her. Let her sit there and fret and worry. Probably still would have, if it wasn't for others being so persistent and stubborn about telling him their feelings and opinions on this whole situat-
Fuuka's voice causes him to freeze in his steps immediately. A sudden rush of apprehension hits him like a wave, because he'd been too focused on his thoughts to hear anything else around him. Ice curling around his boots, as he turned to glance towards her - looking very much like a deer in headlights.
Unsure of what to really do or say, and for a long moment he just stands there until finally - slowly - he'll lower his head to stare down at the ground in front of him. Speaking, but in a hushed whisper.]
WOW how dare you
This was... even with Ken, he never knew how to apologize to him. Couldn't, because what does one say to a child who's mother was taken from them? That if given the chance, he would have traded places with her in a god damn second if the boy could have the childhood he deserved. Fuuka hadn't died, sure, but she could have. It was damn near close, and he couldn't help but compare the two incidents because he was facing that same stupid fucking problem.
And even then, he still ran. Just like last time - said some dumb apology and turned her back on her. Let her sit there and fret and worry. Probably still would have, if it wasn't for others being so persistent and stubborn about telling him their feelings and opinions on this whole situat-
Fuuka's voice causes him to freeze in his steps immediately. A sudden rush of apprehension hits him like a wave, because he'd been too focused on his thoughts to hear anything else around him. Ice curling around his boots, as he turned to glance towards her - looking very much like a deer in headlights.
Unsure of what to really do or say, and for a long moment he just stands there until finally - slowly - he'll lower his head to stare down at the ground in front of him. Speaking, but in a hushed whisper.]
... Yeah. Guess so.