It isn't a question of what I can or can't handle.
[ Once his shoes are off, Nanami straightens with a sigh, the exhale further softening the rigid set of his frown. That isn't saying much, as his mouth settles only into a more neutral line as he studies Gojou behind his sunglasses.
Because he stands inside Gojou's apartment and that man's eyes are bare, he raises his hand to his face, removing those sunglasses, if a little slow in it. ]
That's a bad idea. What do you have to be sorry about?
[ He doesn't intend it as a callous question. The poisons of adulthood, the ugliness of their job, and to delve into a truly serious topic, lost classmates -- it isn't as though Gojou, flippant though he usually was, wasn't entitled to or capable of feeling. He might be the strongest, but he's human, too.
But, if he says something asinine like "the sorrow of or broken bond", Nanami will have a hell of a time keeping himself from shoving his shoes back on and walking right out. ]
I FEEL THAT
[ Once his shoes are off, Nanami straightens with a sigh, the exhale further softening the rigid set of his frown. That isn't saying much, as his mouth settles only into a more neutral line as he studies Gojou behind his sunglasses.
Because he stands inside Gojou's apartment and that man's eyes are bare, he raises his hand to his face, removing those sunglasses, if a little slow in it. ]
That's a bad idea. What do you have to be sorry about?
[ He doesn't intend it as a callous question. The poisons of adulthood, the ugliness of their job, and to delve into a truly serious topic, lost classmates -- it isn't as though Gojou, flippant though he usually was, wasn't entitled to or capable of feeling. He might be the strongest, but he's human, too.
But, if he says something asinine like "the sorrow of or broken bond", Nanami will have a hell of a time keeping himself from shoving his shoes back on and walking right out. ]