It stings, as it always does. It isn't the second or even third time Solomon's rejected him, pushed him away, but it still stings as if it were the first. Akira's hand stills in the air, empty, for a long, long moment.
Eventually, he smoothly tucks it away into his pocket. Any trace of hurt in his eyes is swept away just as cleanly. The rejections never stop stinging, but he's gotten better and better at hiding how much it hurts.]
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It stings, as it always does. It isn't the second or even third time Solomon's rejected him, pushed him away, but it still stings as if it were the first. Akira's hand stills in the air, empty, for a long, long moment.
Eventually, he smoothly tucks it away into his pocket. Any trace of hurt in his eyes is swept away just as cleanly. The rejections never stop stinging, but he's gotten better and better at hiding how much it hurts.]
Don't say you're sorry when you're not.
[That isn't an ask. That's a demand.]
Why?
[Why can't he go back? Rather, why won't he?]