Look at him...getting pitied over by things he should have control over. He wasn't a child anymore, nor a irresponsible college student who didn't know better. Alcohol was his weakness, this...ugly side that only reared its head when he felt like a hand could force its way into his chest and rip out his heart with force. He felt too self-conscious and fidgety with each of his actions and well, despite everything he could tell Ichinose honed on details the way he did.
It was strange, being on the other side of the lens. Not unflattering, not off-putting but strange for a man like him when he's spent the better half of his life wondering whether he was even worthy of wishing again. Not when he had such an important goal to follow through.
That said, she didn't tell him to go away yet. Even with the cigarette box in his hand. She had to have known about this vice of his too by now so...
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It was strange, being on the other side of the lens. Not unflattering, not off-putting but strange for a man like him when he's spent the better half of his life wondering whether he was even worthy of wishing again. Not when he had such an important goal to follow through.
That said, she didn't tell him to go away yet. Even with the cigarette box in his hand. She had to have known about this vice of his too by now so...
"...you don't mind if I-?"