His head is in his hands again, and he's mumbling through his fingers. Gods, it's throbbing. His brains are probably going to start leaking out, soon. He groans again, and it almost trails off into a whimper before he gets hold of himself.
It's an embarrassing thing to admit, but at this point there's no end to the joke that is his life, as far as he can tell. Anyway, it's the truth. Sure, she had seemed a little desperate for company, but he knew the feeling. He certainly hadn't kept speaking to her thinking that he was doing her a kindness. He'd been unable to believe his good fortune to find a hungry, lonely, desperate girl in need of rescue. What a joke.
Some knight in shining armour he was. He'd let her-oh, gods. He heaves again, loud and miserable and painful. There's nothing but a bitter dribble of bile to bring up, but he kind of deserves it, really. If he's totally honest with himself, there was something in the back of his mind trying to tell him that something was off all along. He knew he should have stopped, but-
But it had been so nice. Not just the end, although that had definitely been nice. More than nice! Wonderful. But even long before then, he'd thought that he ought to send her home. Only, he'd wanted her to keep talking to him.
"Ugh..."
Yosuke slumps miserably back on the couch, pressing the heel of his palm into his eye socket, hard. His brain, -shit- it's definitely going to burst out of his skull at any moment.
Re: /pockets for later
His head is in his hands again, and he's mumbling through his fingers. Gods, it's throbbing. His brains are probably going to start leaking out, soon. He groans again, and it almost trails off into a whimper before he gets hold of himself.
It's an embarrassing thing to admit, but at this point there's no end to the joke that is his life, as far as he can tell. Anyway, it's the truth. Sure, she had seemed a little desperate for company, but he knew the feeling. He certainly hadn't kept speaking to her thinking that he was doing her a kindness. He'd been unable to believe his good fortune to find a hungry, lonely, desperate girl in need of rescue. What a joke.
Some knight in shining armour he was. He'd let her-oh, gods. He heaves again, loud and miserable and painful. There's nothing but a bitter dribble of bile to bring up, but he kind of deserves it, really. If he's totally honest with himself, there was something in the back of his mind trying to tell him that something was off all along. He knew he should have stopped, but-
But it had been so nice. Not just the end, although that had definitely been nice. More than nice! Wonderful. But even long before then, he'd thought that he ought to send her home. Only, he'd wanted her to keep talking to him.
"Ugh..."
Yosuke slumps miserably back on the couch, pressing the heel of his palm into his eye socket, hard. His brain, -shit- it's definitely going to burst out of his skull at any moment.
"Sorry. I-I didn't know, but I should have."