[ Mine's left, first, to observe his own sudden burst. When Nishikiyama stays quiet, though, he forgets quickly. Before it can even irritate Mine, venom drains out of the silenceβ what happened? His mute question doesn't ask about only that night anymore.
He wants to, one more time, but saying sorry finally seems redundant. Mine seeks to match a softer tone in the absence of much else. He doesn't roam, looking at Nishikiyama where he sits. ]
I can't stop thinking about itβ [ 'It' remains imprecise; 'it' is at least, still, Mine's confession in the day. ] Despite everything.
[ His gaze pins Nishikiyama, now also wanting an answer. ]
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He wants to, one more time, but saying sorry finally seems redundant. Mine seeks to match a softer tone in the absence of much else. He doesn't roam, looking at Nishikiyama where he sits. ]
I can't stop thinking about itβ [ 'It' remains imprecise; 'it' is at least, still, Mine's confession in the day. ] Despite everything.
[ His gaze pins Nishikiyama, now also wanting an answer. ]