[He can't help but glance up once he hears her settling down next to him, the edges of his large eyes slightly puffy and rimmed with red. Perhaps he wasn't projecting the same aura of misery as Lisa was-- though, to be fair, she had a much more distinct investment in all of this compared to him-- but it was clear to see that he wasn't exactly Doing His Best here, either. That was just how he was, though; for as often as he liked to sulk or whine over trivial matters, he really was just like a cat, opting to hide away himself and his pain instead of having it spill over onto others. He thought he had been doing okay enough tamping it down while in the school building, but now...
... well. That didn't really matter at the moment. He's silent as he listens to her talk, his gaze shifting away to focus on his hands as they ball into his sleeves. Did they let her do too much? Junna had always seemed more capable, more put-together than most, so what may have seemed like "too much" might have been perfectly manageable in her hands. But then, what did he know? He hardly knew how bad her parents truly were before it was too late, and even if he did... what was he even supposed to do? Amane was just a kid-- he had a hard enough time standing up to his own Mom and Dad, let alone somebody else's. He could talk a big talk, bend some rules when he wanted to, but at the end of the day... he was only as powerful as he was in the Dream Sphere. And it sucked.
He's quiet for a long moment, eyes still focused on his hands, and finally, he rasps out:]
... I know.
But... I didn't wanna pry, y'know...? Sometimes there's just some stuff you want people to stay out of, and I didn't wanna make her talk about anything she didn't want to, either.
[But then... was he just applying his own experiences on her, and assumed it was for the best? Maybe she would have been happy to have a person to talk to about this sort of thing, even if it was painful at first. He curls in on himself further, looking more and more like the unsure teenage boy he tried so hard not to let people see.]
... I dunno, though. Was that the right thing to do? Maybe if we had known a little more, then...
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... well. That didn't really matter at the moment. He's silent as he listens to her talk, his gaze shifting away to focus on his hands as they ball into his sleeves. Did they let her do too much? Junna had always seemed more capable, more put-together than most, so what may have seemed like "too much" might have been perfectly manageable in her hands. But then, what did he know? He hardly knew how bad her parents truly were before it was too late, and even if he did... what was he even supposed to do? Amane was just a kid-- he had a hard enough time standing up to his own Mom and Dad, let alone somebody else's. He could talk a big talk, bend some rules when he wanted to, but at the end of the day... he was only as powerful as he was in the Dream Sphere. And it sucked.
He's quiet for a long moment, eyes still focused on his hands, and finally, he rasps out:]
... I know.
But... I didn't wanna pry, y'know...? Sometimes there's just some stuff you want people to stay out of, and I didn't wanna make her talk about anything she didn't want to, either.
[But then... was he just applying his own experiences on her, and assumed it was for the best? Maybe she would have been happy to have a person to talk to about this sort of thing, even if it was painful at first. He curls in on himself further, looking more and more like the unsure teenage boy he tried so hard not to let people see.]
... I dunno, though. Was that the right thing to do? Maybe if we had known a little more, then...