for all that white yells, and he always seems to say whatever's on his mind—there's a lot he still keeps to himself, really. a lot of times where he doesn't know what to say. doesn't want to say whatever he's thinking, and not simply out of embarrassment.
he doesn't hit mineo, though he can almost feel the ache from when he punched endorsi. his anger doesn't spike. at the end of the day, he's more tired than anything.]
... Felt pretty stupid, back there. [bitter amusement leaks into his voice.] People've been asking me all night if I knew all along.
[it's almost humiliating, having to tell them no. looking back, a part of him suspected. that mineo knew something, at least, because he'd been acting odd even on friday, but...
white didn't need for this to be on display for everyone to see.]
It's not like I don't get why you didn't say anything, though.
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for all that white yells, and he always seems to say whatever's on his mind—there's a lot he still keeps to himself, really. a lot of times where he doesn't know what to say. doesn't want to say whatever he's thinking, and not simply out of embarrassment.
he doesn't hit mineo, though he can almost feel the ache from when he punched endorsi. his anger doesn't spike. at the end of the day, he's more tired than anything.]
... Felt pretty stupid, back there. [bitter amusement leaks into his voice.] People've been asking me all night if I knew all along.
[it's almost humiliating, having to tell them no. looking back, a part of him suspected. that mineo knew something, at least, because he'd been acting odd even on friday, but...
white didn't need for this to be on display for everyone to see.]
It's not like I don't get why you didn't say anything, though.