Sorahiko shuts his eyes as he stills against my palm, trembling softly. 

“I don’t know why she keeps coming to me, and I don’t know what she wants. I-I’m sorry, that’s all I know”. His fingers shakily curl into fists by his sides.

Aw. I feel kind of bad. It’s not like I have something against him, or desire to harm him. I just had a feeling that if I pushed him, he’d spill things that he had subconsciously noticed.

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