[ After saying all that, Yoshiki expected to have it laughed off or brushed aside. He'd been braced for the dismissal, which he would have deserved for rambling on like that in front of a perfect stranger.
He gives the man next to him a softly startled sidelong glance at the question, and he can't stop himself from feeling a little surge of near-relief. ]
Lonely. [ The word slips out in the wake of that feeling, and Yoshiki averts his gaze once more. ] It seems lonely.
[ Which is to say, if he were being more honest, it makes him feel lonely. Embarrassment seeps through him like chill water. He fumbles for a deflection. ]
no subject
He gives the man next to him a softly startled sidelong glance at the question, and he can't stop himself from feeling a little surge of near-relief. ]
Lonely. [ The word slips out in the wake of that feeling, and Yoshiki averts his gaze once more. ] It seems lonely.
[ Which is to say, if he were being more honest, it makes him feel lonely. Embarrassment seeps through him like chill water. He fumbles for a deflection. ]
Do you get a feeling from it?