I... I didn't... think I needed... [ A reason. He tries not to really think about it. Karamatsu is one of his first friends, if not the first. They've done a lot of things together, fought, even cried. They're kind of a mess, but he feels like his life is not just more interesting, but better for having even this weirdo in it.
What does he mean 'it isn't enough'? ]
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[ Aoba feels like there's that same old thing. A presence? It's like he knows there's something there, something he's not supposed to touch or look at, so he just keeps giving it a wide berth. Only it keeps growing, crowding out all the available air until he feels like there's no avoiding it. Isn't this what they call 'the elephant in the room'? Whatever it is, that restless, anxious feeling builds in him, twisting him up into knots.
He fidgets his hands in his lap and lifts one to touch the middle of his own chest. What's with this heavy mood? ]
Kara-kun, I'm a little nervous... for some reason.
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What does he mean 'it isn't enough'? ]
...?
[ Aoba feels like there's that same old thing. A presence? It's like he knows there's something there, something he's not supposed to touch or look at, so he just keeps giving it a wide berth. Only it keeps growing, crowding out all the available air until he feels like there's no avoiding it. Isn't this what they call 'the elephant in the room'? Whatever it is, that restless, anxious feeling builds in him, twisting him up into knots.
He fidgets his hands in his lap and lifts one to touch the middle of his own chest. What's with this heavy mood? ]
Kara-kun, I'm a little nervous... for some reason.