[He blinks. It's a sobering realization that she spotted that. He'd been careful to only let his face show how miserable he was inside when he got to his front door at night. There's never any lights on until he enters, so...
But as he stares at her, his lips parted he recalls a few times he hadn't cared who saw. Times he'd let the weight of his despair that threatened to snuff out the hope he carried show like a beacon.]
...It was a really complicated situation, Nanami. Do you remember why you're so bad at dating sims?
[It's the easiest way to talk about it. While the hurt from then is dying down to fading embers...it's still painful to discuss. He grabs a skillet from the hooks and sets it on the stove. Cooking will take the edge off of the healing wounds on his heart.]
[action, 7/10, about 6 AM]
But as he stares at her, his lips parted he recalls a few times he hadn't cared who saw. Times he'd let the weight of his despair that threatened to snuff out the hope he carried show like a beacon.]
...It was a really complicated situation, Nanami. Do you remember why you're so bad at dating sims?
[It's the easiest way to talk about it. While the hurt from then is dying down to fading embers...it's still painful to discuss. He grabs a skillet from the hooks and sets it on the stove. Cooking will take the edge off of the healing wounds on his heart.]