[For a few moments he frowns at nothing, his brows drawn sharply together as his fingers knit together in his lap. The inside of his cheek is raw; he's been chewing it without noticing it, he thinks, in that silent and unobservable way that he tries not to do anymore.]
[After a little while, he glances at Kakyoin and then away again. Then back.]
I don't want to rely . . . no, that's not — mm. I don't want, I don't like the way it feels, what he feels. I don't want to rely on . . . something like that. Something that feels weak like that.
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Date: 2016-07-28 11:21 pm (UTC)[For a few moments he frowns at nothing, his brows drawn sharply together as his fingers knit together in his lap. The inside of his cheek is raw; he's been chewing it without noticing it, he thinks, in that silent and unobservable way that he tries not to do anymore.]
[After a little while, he glances at Kakyoin and then away again. Then back.]
I don't want to rely . . . no, that's not — mm. I don't want, I don't like the way it feels, what he feels. I don't want to rely on . . . something like that. Something that feels weak like that.