[ She might never have said it, but he knows she does. She has to have loved him, even if she was always screaming and hitting and crying—- she was that way because of him, because of who he is and what he does and that no matter how hard he tries, he's never good enough. But she must have loved him, because if she didn't, she would have thrown him away, and Shuuya was doing everything he could to keep from being thrown away, trying to convince himself that he is loved and is needed.
His mother is dead. She can't hurt him anymore, but more importantly, she can't throw him away anymore. He'd believed for so long that all he needed was his mother's love, and now that he... sort of... had that... didn't not have it, at the very least...
He lets his hand hang loose in Yuya's, trusting him to hold them, to not let it fall. ]
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His mother is dead. She can't hurt him anymore, but more importantly, she can't throw him away anymore. He'd believed for so long that all he needed was his mother's love, and now that he... sort of... had that... didn't not have it, at the very least...
He lets his hand hang loose in Yuya's, trusting him to hold them, to not let it fall. ]
Is that so wrong? Being like that.
[ All he's doing is keeping himself safe. ]