[ Asougi sets his journal down, closing it, and stands. He moves closer before he stops right in front of Naruhodou and kneels down. This wasn't what he'd intended, not ever, and the strained laugh makes his heart ache. Some best friend he is. ]
. . . I didn't— [ He stops, partially to consider his words and partially because it's hard for him. Knowing his weaknesses is one thing; admitting to them out loud is another thing entirely. ] That wasn't my intention.
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[ Asougi sets his journal down, closing it, and stands. He moves closer before he stops right in front of Naruhodou and kneels down. This wasn't what he'd intended, not ever, and the strained laugh makes his heart ache. Some best friend he is. ]
. . . I didn't— [ He stops, partially to consider his words and partially because it's hard for him. Knowing his weaknesses is one thing; admitting to them out loud is another thing entirely. ] That wasn't my intention.