[ 'a lot of time has passed'. was it a few months? a year? two years? how long does it take before someone can heal? and then yuwon adds that he avoids talking about it. so, the answer is to wait and repress, then hope for the best. a normal person might take it as bad advice, a terrible one, yet all denji could think about is— how lonely that man is.
it's a lonely answer, a lonely way of coping and he wonders if yuwon had any other choice than go through it on his own. it takes denji back to their conversation earlier, and how the word 'friend' felt heavy on the other man's tongue, almost like a foreign concept. it made it hard to believe that he was truly over his past hardships. how could he when he's still keeping others at arm's length? denji could be wrong. he was never emotionally smart, not even with himself.
but, god, something about that answer hurts ...
it's too close to home. it's the life that awaits him once all this kaiju-hunting game is over. he didn't want to leave. everyone is so kind to him. this place is everything to him. the more he thinks of it, the more it shows in his face— the grief, the fear. a part of him wished to reject such a miserable existence, to force normalcy and pretend it was all good, but denji didn't know any other way either. he stayed quiet for a few seconds, still fiddling with the toy, seemingly not minding the touch. he then held the plush up and offered it to the other man, muttering. ] You can have it ...
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it's a lonely answer, a lonely way of coping and he wonders if yuwon had any other choice than go through it on his own. it takes denji back to their conversation earlier, and how the word 'friend' felt heavy on the other man's tongue, almost like a foreign concept. it made it hard to believe that he was truly over his past hardships. how could he when he's still keeping others at arm's length? denji could be wrong. he was never emotionally smart, not even with himself.
but, god, something about that answer hurts ...
it's too close to home. it's the life that awaits him once all this kaiju-hunting game is over. he didn't want to leave. everyone is so kind to him. this place is everything to him. the more he thinks of it, the more it shows in his face— the grief, the fear. a part of him wished to reject such a miserable existence, to force normalcy and pretend it was all good, but denji didn't know any other way either. he stayed quiet for a few seconds, still fiddling with the toy, seemingly not minding the touch. he then held the plush up and offered it to the other man, muttering. ] You can have it ...
[ he's quiet again. ]
Wanna come over for dinner and a movie sometime?