( It comes hesitantly, haltingly. His voice is barely a whisper, but it's late and just the two of them so it feels better for the quiet. Geto chews on his bottom lip and tries to figure out how he might explain it, the emptiness, the gnawing gaps where surety had once sat. He doesn't want his friend to be disappointed in him. He doesn't want him to be disgusted. )
I don't know. Maybe? ( Is it? He's been swallowing filth and expecting himself to be okay with it for years now. Could it be connected? ) Does it feel fair, Satoru? Running yourself ragged for everyone?
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( It comes hesitantly, haltingly. His voice is barely a whisper, but it's late and just the two of them so it feels better for the quiet. Geto chews on his bottom lip and tries to figure out how he might explain it, the emptiness, the gnawing gaps where surety had once sat. He doesn't want his friend to be disappointed in him. He doesn't want him to be disgusted. )
I don't know. Maybe? ( Is it? He's been swallowing filth and expecting himself to be okay with it for years now. Could it be connected? ) Does it feel fair, Satoru? Running yourself ragged for everyone?