[ You sound full of shit would be an apt reply, he'd find, if he had it in him right now to focus on those types of things. He'd already been on edge since earlier, uncomfortable memories shaking the dust off things he'd rather not feel, but still, he came back.
A mistake, as it were.
Something wrong is apt. More than wrong, something is surging in his chest, something powerful and painful and threatening to beat so hard against the curve of his ribcage it feels poised to shatter. The distress may not originally be his own, but the fear is. Shinjiro's hands scramble to his chest, tugging at the fabric over his heart, eyes wide and an unfamiliar expression of panic on his features at the sensation. It's familiar.
It's frightening.
He feels and looks sick, sweat already beginning to roll down his face as his mouth opens and closes. Stop. Stop. Not again. It's been so long he's almost forgotten the feeling, and now it's back, different and yet so similar, how could it be anything but?
His fingers, on instinct, grasp for his pocket but come up short. ]
What...? [ His voice seems to catch in his throat, strained in it's attempt to squeeze past the pain. It could be fake, but if it's not, if it's not... ] Stop. Get...Get away from me-
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A mistake, as it were.
Something wrong is apt. More than wrong, something is surging in his chest, something powerful and painful and threatening to beat so hard against the curve of his ribcage it feels poised to shatter. The distress may not originally be his own, but the fear is. Shinjiro's hands scramble to his chest, tugging at the fabric over his heart, eyes wide and an unfamiliar expression of panic on his features at the sensation. It's familiar.
It's frightening.
He feels and looks sick, sweat already beginning to roll down his face as his mouth opens and closes. Stop. Stop. Not again. It's been so long he's almost forgotten the feeling, and now it's back, different and yet so similar, how could it be anything but?
His fingers, on instinct, grasp for his pocket but come up short. ]
What...? [ His voice seems to catch in his throat, strained in it's attempt to squeeze past the pain. It could be fake, but if it's not, if it's not... ] Stop. Get...Get away from me-