Itsuki looks at her hand over his, and while he's touched so many hands this week -- he's still not prepared at how warm it feels. He thinks on Roxana's words, and he smiles -- a little. There's a warmth and an honesty there that feels like Buzen's.
...He presses a hand over his face,]
-- Sorry. I just need...
[he doesn't know what he needs. but he does know that he's going to cry, because constantly holding your emotions backs means that your ability to process them is bad, his other hand grips Roxana's, because touch week]
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Itsuki looks at her hand over his, and while he's touched so many hands this week -- he's still not prepared at how warm it feels. He thinks on Roxana's words, and he smiles -- a little. There's a warmth and an honesty there that feels like Buzen's.
...He presses a hand over his face,]
-- Sorry. I just need...
[he doesn't know what he needs. but he does know that he's going to cry, because constantly holding your emotions backs means that your ability to process them is bad, his other hand grips Roxana's, because touch week]