{ seeing her respond like this, how small she seems when she's pulled away and started to sit quietly, only makes him feel worse. guilt gnaws at him, and his hands curl against the fabric of his trousers of his thighs.
and his mind slips again, not having anything to concentrate on as both the touch and conversation leaves. his hand twitches on his lap, eyes glazing over slowly but he doesn't know where ayaka put his pen before. he doesn't know how to write anything down, even if the words are jumbled anyway.
his eyes sweep across the floor and table, reaching for it when he finds it, instantly scratching fountain pen over paper to make those notes before he drops them off to the side. }
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{ seeing her respond like this, how small she seems when she's pulled away and started to sit quietly, only makes him feel worse. guilt gnaws at him, and his hands curl against the fabric of his trousers of his thighs.
and his mind slips again, not having anything to concentrate on as both the touch and conversation leaves. his hand twitches on his lap, eyes glazing over slowly but he doesn't know where ayaka put his pen before. he doesn't know how to write anything down, even if the words are jumbled anyway.
his eyes sweep across the floor and table, reaching for it when he finds it, instantly scratching fountain pen over paper to make those notes before he drops them off to the side. }