"That's ..." Not true would be an embarrassingly obvious lie. He shrinks under that smile, averting his eyes. Akihiko cares for him, but it's relatively easy to push him away -- again and again. Someone like Jade, on the other hand, is a lot harder to impress. Well, he's older. Plus, Shinjirou isn't sure if he'd risk a fist fight with Jade.
"And you're that person?" He looks at his hands, wrists still glistening from the cream. It feels too good to have someone's shoulder to lean on, someone to treat your wounds. It's a trap he can't fall into. There's people who deserve this; he isn't one of them and he mustn't forget. The carrot dangling in front of him makes it hard to keep that in mind, though. Mouth dry, he continues in a much smaller voice and with one hand grasping for Jade's sleeve. "I don't know. Even if that's true, could you not let me believe it?"
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"And you're that person?" He looks at his hands, wrists still glistening from the cream. It feels too good to have someone's shoulder to lean on, someone to treat your wounds. It's a trap he can't fall into. There's people who deserve this; he isn't one of them and he mustn't forget. The carrot dangling in front of him makes it hard to keep that in mind, though. Mouth dry, he continues in a much smaller voice and with one hand grasping for Jade's sleeve. "I don't know. Even if that's true, could you not let me believe it?"