[ Which makes sense. Maruki was heading toward reassuring Dolph that it wasn't a personal thing, Odasaku would likely have reacted the same if that came from him or anyone else, save for maybe Dazai–
But that doesn't matter, does it? Even if it wasn't personal, it feels like it was. The hurt is still there.
Maruki pushes himself up, deposits the pile of petals on his bedside table – gross, maybe, sure, but it's his room so whatever – and then he's sitting there, still in the curve of Dolph's arm, looking down at him.
His hand lands in Dolph's hair, strokes through it. It's his turn to give a little comfort. His tone is gentle with sympathy. ]
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But that doesn't matter, does it? Even if it wasn't personal, it feels like it was. The hurt is still there.
Maruki pushes himself up, deposits the pile of petals on his bedside table – gross, maybe, sure, but it's his room so whatever – and then he's sitting there, still in the curve of Dolph's arm, looking down at him.
His hand lands in Dolph's hair, strokes through it. It's his turn to give a little comfort. His tone is gentle with sympathy. ]
Have you told him that?