"I can't tell what's coming from you and what's me."
Red Wine breaks the silence to say this with a soft, bitter-sounding laugh. He looks down at his hands, loosely held together, and the fox-like ears poking out of his hair are entirely pinned back in an expression of distress that he has no control over.
He's been pretending he's fine, and for who? Maybe it's just for Century Egg, who needs him to be stable at least most of the time to act as a buffer for his own occasional instability. Maybe it's for everyone else so no one has to deal with what he's like when he's going off the rails.
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Red Wine breaks the silence to say this with a soft, bitter-sounding laugh. He looks down at his hands, loosely held together, and the fox-like ears poking out of his hair are entirely pinned back in an expression of distress that he has no control over.
He's been pretending he's fine, and for who? Maybe it's just for Century Egg, who needs him to be stable at least most of the time to act as a buffer for his own occasional instability. Maybe it's for everyone else so no one has to deal with what he's like when he's going off the rails.
Heh.
"Sorry. Maybe this was a bad idea."