[Okay, so...clearly his theory that Kokichi had been blowing off steam in the arcade the past few days was way off. Has he been stewing in his room the whole time? For what reason? What brought all this up again?]
[Sure, his initial apology hadn't gone into detail but...it was okay? He was sincere, and that mattered more than the words. Shuichi had accepted it, even if he couldn't totally forgive everything that Kokichi did. He'd accepted it and they'd moved on to try and repair the friendship that had both started and been destroyed because of the killing game. That was supposed to be the end of it. So why now, of all times...]
[All Shuichi can do is watch and listen, helplessly, wondering if he should stop the other boy or let him keep going. It's neither easy nor pleasant to watch someone have a breakdown, even if that someone is Kokichi Oma. Even once the leader loses his composure so completely that he can't keep his own apology going, Shuichi still doesn't know what to say.]
[So, instead, he gets to his feet, quickly crosses the room and disappears into the bathroom, reappearing moments later with a box of tissues in hand. This time, he takes a seat right next to Kokichi, curling one leg underneath his body so that he can turn to face the smaller boy and place the box in his own lap for now.]
Shhh, Oma-kun... [Here, move your hands...he has a tissue and he's pretty sure those are more absorbent than fingers.] It's okay...
[Okay, well...no, the stuff he did in the killing game STILL isn't okay, and never will be but...he didn't need to apologize again. So, right here, right now...things are okay. Or they can be, if Kokichi can calm back down enough to talk things through.]
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[Okay, so...clearly his theory that Kokichi had been blowing off steam in the arcade the past few days was way off. Has he been stewing in his room the whole time? For what reason? What brought all this up again?]
[Sure, his initial apology hadn't gone into detail but...it was okay? He was sincere, and that mattered more than the words. Shuichi had accepted it, even if he couldn't totally forgive everything that Kokichi did. He'd accepted it and they'd moved on to try and repair the friendship that had both started and been destroyed because of the killing game. That was supposed to be the end of it. So why now, of all times...]
[All Shuichi can do is watch and listen, helplessly, wondering if he should stop the other boy or let him keep going. It's neither easy nor pleasant to watch someone have a breakdown, even if that someone is Kokichi Oma. Even once the leader loses his composure so completely that he can't keep his own apology going, Shuichi still doesn't know what to say.]
[So, instead, he gets to his feet, quickly crosses the room and disappears into the bathroom, reappearing moments later with a box of tissues in hand. This time, he takes a seat right next to Kokichi, curling one leg underneath his body so that he can turn to face the smaller boy and place the box in his own lap for now.]
Shhh, Oma-kun... [Here, move your hands...he has a tissue and he's pretty sure those are more absorbent than fingers.] It's okay...
[Okay, well...no, the stuff he did in the killing game STILL isn't okay, and never will be but...he didn't need to apologize again. So, right here, right now...things are okay. Or they can be, if Kokichi can calm back down enough to talk things through.]