[He’s silent as he feels her hand on his chest. His instinct is that he should show her his imperfections and scare her to safety- That’s why he was showing his arms,- but he’s not sure how to show his soul. So it’s twistedly convenient that her words trigger tears. Yuuto is shaken out of his stun when he feels a black, gooey tear roll down his cheek and has to catch it before it can drip on the bedsheets.]

Ah- Sorry, I- I’m going to get my soul on your nice bedsheets. I- I shouldn’t… [His voice trails off.] … Are you really sure you don’t mind?