[He turns his head as Arisu slumps down in his seat and ends up kind of…nuzzling his hair as he rests his head on Chishiya's shoulder. He huffs softly, somewhat flustered, but he supposes it makes a good show for everyone else in the diner. They definitely look like newlyweds now.
He turns back to his coffee and sighs. Arisu isn’t wrong that Chishiya is good at hiding what he cares about. But that’s only when he does care.]
I haven’t often let myself care.
[And that’s a kind of apathy, isn’t it? To emotionally dissociate because it’s easier than giving a fuck. He’s pretty sure it is.]
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He turns back to his coffee and sighs. Arisu isn’t wrong that Chishiya is good at hiding what he cares about. But that’s only when he does care.]
I haven’t often let myself care.
[And that’s a kind of apathy, isn’t it? To emotionally dissociate because it’s easier than giving a fuck. He’s pretty sure it is.]