[He was doing a pretty good job of not losing himself, all things considered. But he can't veil that look of dread and pain and loss that overcomes him when he turns his head to look at Yuri's bedroom door, standing stalwart and indifferent, as it had been for a month. The physical presence and appearance of the door remained unchanged.]
[So then why did his stomach twist into a knot just thinking about it?]
Right... I'll do that. Thanks.
[And then Naoi was walking away. Despite their differences, a crippling sense of loneliness was seeping into him, and not immediately seeing anyone else... he quickly spoke up.] H-hey, are you going out somewhere? [He moved closer to Naoi's departing back, his sock-clad feet shuffling across the floor.] I could... grab my coat, and...
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[So then why did his stomach twist into a knot just thinking about it?]
Right... I'll do that. Thanks.
[And then Naoi was walking away. Despite their differences, a crippling sense of loneliness was seeping into him, and not immediately seeing anyone else... he quickly spoke up.] H-hey, are you going out somewhere? [He moved closer to Naoi's departing back, his sock-clad feet shuffling across the floor.] I could... grab my coat, and...