[ Yusuke deflates, and sets the practice sword down on the table. Still, he stands tall, unwilling to give the other man another chance to look down on him.
It's a selfish response. He doesn't care because he's sorry. He doesn't care because he just does, and is horrible at showing it. He's just afraid things won't go his way. Yusuke can't expect anything more from him. He can hope, but it's pointless, and saying so is even more pointless. ]
It will work, whether I indulge this inane male bonding fantasy or not. We will not have to deal with each other any more after that.
[ There's a sadness in his voice that softens the curtness. It isn't the ideal solution, or much of a solution at all, but it's the only one he can think of. This cycle can't continue. ]
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It's a selfish response. He doesn't care because he's sorry. He doesn't care because he just does, and is horrible at showing it. He's just afraid things won't go his way. Yusuke can't expect anything more from him. He can hope, but it's pointless, and saying so is even more pointless. ]
It will work, whether I indulge this inane male bonding fantasy or not. We will not have to deal with each other any more after that.
[ There's a sadness in his voice that softens the curtness. It isn't the ideal solution, or much of a solution at all, but it's the only one he can think of. This cycle can't continue. ]