[The feeling is heavy, a strange mix of hurt, sadness, maybe anger. Because he's still here. Why is he still here? What is any of this even for? And maybe he's angry at himself, too, for taking it so hard. He's better than this; it's almost embarrassing, how pitiful he feels.
Still. He feels a sting at the corner of his eyes, feels that pain threatening to well up and burst out.
For now, Yu keeps a lid on it, if only just. He's not ready to admit just how deep the hurt runs, and he's not ready to show weakness in the face of it. Not yet. Not when he still has to show his face, when the world has to keep turning --figuratively-- and life has to keep going. That said, he's not about to let go. In some way that he can't really explain or admit to, he needs that hug like a lifeline -- no matter how else he's feeling.]
Mm. It hasn't been a great month.
[Long enough to tell that they're not coming back. Long enough to feel like forever. Short enough that it's still raw in his mind. He exhales, the sound a faint hiccup against Scott's shoulder as he tries to pull himself together.] Sorry. I-- ...thank you for meeting me here.
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Still. He feels a sting at the corner of his eyes, feels that pain threatening to well up and burst out.
For now, Yu keeps a lid on it, if only just. He's not ready to admit just how deep the hurt runs, and he's not ready to show weakness in the face of it. Not yet. Not when he still has to show his face, when the world has to keep turning --figuratively-- and life has to keep going. That said, he's not about to let go. In some way that he can't really explain or admit to, he needs that hug like a lifeline -- no matter how else he's feeling.]
Mm. It hasn't been a great month.
[Long enough to tell that they're not coming back. Long enough to feel like forever. Short enough that it's still raw in his mind. He exhales, the sound a faint hiccup against Scott's shoulder as he tries to pull himself together.] Sorry. I-- ...thank you for meeting me here.