[ kondou-san's words twist his face into a look of confusion, eyes widening for a fraction of a second thanks to surprise before it etches itself as furrowed brows and a small frown. it seems like no matter what he says, it's always the wrong thing, kondou-san would blame it on himself rather than acknowledging it was souji's choice to make.
he wonders how hijikata does, how the other man can sync up with kondou-san so effortlessly—but he knows even if he figures it out, he'll never be any good at that. ]
In pain? [ is this really the only way? ] I'm not sure what you mean, Kondou-san.
[ to keep insisting that he's fine rather than confront the truth in kondou-san's presence, because souji knows that doing so will just upset him even more. ]
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he wonders how hijikata does, how the other man can sync up with kondou-san so effortlessly—but he knows even if he figures it out, he'll never be any good at that. ]
In pain? [ is this really the only way? ] I'm not sure what you mean, Kondou-san.
[ to keep insisting that he's fine rather than confront the truth in kondou-san's presence, because souji knows that doing so will just upset him even more. ]