[ IT'S HARD. He tries, but he just sits stiffly, eyes darting from the side of Yuya's mouth to somewhere behind his head, so that he's not really looking but just sort of having his eyes pointed in the right direction. Because it's embarrassing, because nobody ever gets this close, because his hands are starting to sweat and he bets they're cold and clammy and gross right about now, and Yuya is smiling his stupid real smile and he just can't—-
He realizes that the kind of person he wants to be is somebody like Yuya, who can do this so genuinely even though he's probably dying on the inside because nobody can do this without feeling like they're dying??? ]
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He realizes that the kind of person he wants to be is somebody like Yuya, who can do this so genuinely even though he's probably dying on the inside because nobody can do this without feeling like they're dying??? ]