[If there was one thing that Kyou was grateful for with this trip he's taken on his own, it was the privacy.
The privacy to replay this lone piece of voicemail over and over to himself. To see and smile on his own as Tohru stumble in a way that only seemed endearing when she did it.
He felt guilty. Torn due to his feelings for the girl and the belief that he could never really care for anyone without losing them in some way or another... Torn knowing that something like this just wouldn't work out for him.
He smiled again, playing it once more. And once more. And once more.
And each time, as he watched her from the other end of the line, he never pressed reply. Nor did he ever intend to. Not just yet.]
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The privacy to replay this lone piece of voicemail over and over to himself. To see and smile on his own as Tohru stumble in a way that only seemed endearing when she did it.
He felt guilty. Torn due to his feelings for the girl and the belief that he could never really care for anyone without losing them in some way or another... Torn knowing that something like this just wouldn't work out for him.
He smiled again, playing it once more. And once more. And once more.
And each time, as he watched her from the other end of the line, he never pressed reply. Nor did he ever intend to. Not just yet.]