[ She shouldn't apologize, she's shouldn't be kind, but she winds up apologizing anyway.
She wants to say it so many times-
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.
I'm sorry, I fucked up like I always do.
I'm sorry--
But she can't. Her hand reaches out to him, but she doesn't think that she's worthy of his grace to actually do it. But then she finally, finally decides to just...
Do what she wants.
Even if it hurts.
Because it hurts so much. But she crouches down and without saying another word, wraps her arms around him, if he doesn't push her away. ]
[Normally, Atsushi would be telling her it's nothing to be sorry about. It's not her fault this place is like this... not her fault he's like this, a coward who clung to his life because for so long it was the only thing he'd ever had, in spite of all other's attempts to change that.
When she crouches down, he hesitates to raise his head, but it turns out he doesn't have to. There's arms wrapping around him, and he lets out a small, helpless noise before wrapping his arms around her tightly, clinging to her like an anchor.
He wanted to go home, but he didn't want to die.
...It was ironic that he'd been hoping to comfort her, and yet here they are now, Inaba comforting him instead. Ironic, and pathetic.]
[ It's totally unfair and she earnestly hates that she had to be the one to stab the proverbial knife in this Atsushi's chest. A part of her feels glad that they're not in a place around cameras because she earnestly wants to cry right now.
But she doesn't.
Not because she wouldn't want to cry, but rather she doesn't want to hurt Atsushi any further by looking more upset than she already was.
Because seeing him like this just tears her heart apart, just like--
The screams from that time.
It wasn't even too long ago that she heard it.
Nevertheless, she does hold him a little tighter, slightly trembling but trying so damn hard not to. Because she's very much aware of how weak she is. Of how weak she feels. And it's just so easy to just... be a little vulnerable here, in front of him. ]
I'll stay with you. For as long as you want me to. If. . . that's what you want.
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[ She shouldn't apologize, she's shouldn't be kind, but she winds up apologizing anyway.
She wants to say it so many times-
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.
I'm sorry, I fucked up like I always do.
I'm sorry--
But she can't. Her hand reaches out to him, but she doesn't think that she's worthy
of his graceto actually do it. But then she finally, finally decides to just...Do what she wants.
Even if it hurts.
Because it hurts so much. But she crouches down and without saying another word, wraps her arms around him, if he doesn't push her away. ]
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When she crouches down, he hesitates to raise his head, but it turns out he doesn't have to. There's arms wrapping around him, and he lets out a small, helpless noise before wrapping his arms around her tightly, clinging to her like an anchor.
He wanted to go home, but he didn't want to die.
...It was ironic that he'd been hoping to comfort her, and yet here they are now, Inaba comforting him instead. Ironic, and pathetic.]
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But she doesn't.
Not because she wouldn't want to cry, but rather she doesn't want to hurt Atsushi any further by looking more upset than she already was.
Because seeing him like this just tears her heart apart, just like--
The screams from that time.
It wasn't even too long ago that she heard it.
Nevertheless, she does hold him a little tighter, slightly trembling but trying so damn hard not to. Because she's very much aware of how weak she is. Of how weak she feels. And it's just so easy to just... be a little vulnerable here, in front of him. ]
I'll stay with you. For as long as you want me to. If. . . that's what you want.