[nnnngh. . . it's true, they are two entirely separate matters. and yet, Edamura can't help the small pang of guilt he feels twisting in his stomach. sure, his dad was a capital-B Bastard, but. . . he at least had his mom]
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Maybe. . . [. . .]
[no. he doesn't know what to say, here. what do you say to a man who never knew his parents because they never wanted him? so instead, he just. . . leans. rocks to the side until their shoulders are pressed together, lingering in that contact as he finally lifts his own mug for a sip of his freshly made brew]
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Maybe. . . [. . .]
[no. he doesn't know what to say, here. what do you say to a man who never knew his parents because they never wanted him? so instead, he just. . . leans. rocks to the side until their shoulders are pressed together, lingering in that contact as he finally lifts his own mug for a sip of his freshly made brew]
. . . sorry that happened to you.