[No, he didn't. He hadn't. Everyone had been here. They'd been happy. Shiro had let himself be happy. Complacent, maybe, even. His hand tightens on the rail, metal creaking on stone.]
[All he manages to say comes out short, clipped.]
It's complicated.
[It's far less of an answer than he would have given any other day. Any other time. Maybe he should have taken Armin's advice and stayed home. His eyes stay locked on the stars. The horizon.]
no subject
[All he manages to say comes out short, clipped.]
It's complicated.
[It's far less of an answer than he would have given any other day. Any other time. Maybe he should have taken Armin's advice and stayed home. His eyes stay locked on the stars. The horizon.]
It's late. Probably should go.