[Nisei's silent for a moment, trying to decide whether to pull apart your argument. It would be easy. He knows painting is something Soubi does when he doesn't have anything important to be doing. He knows Soubi drops everything for you, just as he used to drop everything for Seimei, without the slightest regret. Without so much as a backwards glance for his unfinished projects and precarious grades. That isn't his future. And it's only his present as long as it's convenient. But do you really need to know? Is it worth arguing about, when you clearly don't want to believe it? In this case, it isn't.]
Okay. I ... you don't have to believe me.
[He shuts up, letting your assertions fill the space and silence. And watching, to see if you'll really cling to them, just because it hurt not to. He knows, with that uncanny sense he has for what people are feeling, that there's doubt in you.]
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Date: 2012-02-29 01:02 am (UTC)Okay. I ... you don't have to believe me.
[He shuts up, letting your assertions fill the space and silence. And watching, to see if you'll really cling to them, just because it hurt not to. He knows, with that uncanny sense he has for what people are feeling, that there's doubt in you.]