[ He casts his eyes downward as his hand loosens around hers. ]
Yeah... [ Then, a wry smile as he lets go. Seems like he let another insecurity of his slip out. ] Sorry. It's nothing.
[ Well, it's nothing he wants to bother Yang with. She's right, now that he thinks about it. Not once did she ever laugh at his dreams when it mattered.
As Yata shuts his eyes tight, he hits himself to snap him out of it, sandwiching his sore face between his hands. ]
action;
Yeah... [ Then, a wry smile as he lets go. Seems like he let another insecurity of his slip out. ] Sorry. It's nothing.
[ Well, it's nothing he wants to bother Yang with. She's right, now that he thinks about it. Not once did she ever laugh at his dreams when it mattered.
As Yata shuts his eyes tight, he hits himself to snap him out of it, sandwiching his sore face between his hands. ]