[No hollow apartment. No bitter taste on the back of his tongue whenever he looks at other people actually living their lives. No suffocating under his own loneliness.]
[Chikusa takes in a deep breath and takes his finger away from where its been lingering on the hat.]
I'll find happiness on my own.
[But the way it's said softly, his back still to the demon, makes it seem like he's trying to tell himself that more than anything.]
[Stepping away, he looks back to him and frowns, not sure how to take that.]
Whether or not I would like an answer has never stopped you before. What makes this different?
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[No hollow apartment. No bitter taste on the back of his tongue whenever he looks at other people actually living their lives. No suffocating under his own loneliness.]
[Chikusa takes in a deep breath and takes his finger away from where its been lingering on the hat.]
I'll find happiness on my own.
[But the way it's said softly, his back still to the demon, makes it seem like he's trying to tell himself that more than anything.]
[Stepping away, he looks back to him and frowns, not sure how to take that.]
Whether or not I would like an answer has never stopped you before. What makes this different?