[This is the part where he says sorry, right? This is the part where he turns to Kakyoin and says yes, you were right, this will help. Even if he's not sure that's true. Even if he's not sure, that's what he should say. And sorry. He should say that too.]
Don't say my name like that.
[Like what? He has no idea. Like there's some level of understanding here; there is, but he doesn't want there to be. He doesn't want Kakyoin to feel like this. He wants him to be safe, inside and out, not ripped apart every day, so empty and ugly that he has to check and make sure he really is alive. He doesn't want that for anyone. He doesn't even want it for himself; for himself, he just doesn't care.]
[One helpless shrug later, and he turns to Kakyoin blankly. Waves the photograph and tucks it into his jacket pocket. His toes are freezing, his boots are ruined. So, fine.]
Don't worry. I'll keep it. You didn't waste your time.
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Don't say my name like that.
[Like what? He has no idea. Like there's some level of understanding here; there is, but he doesn't want there to be. He doesn't want Kakyoin to feel like this. He wants him to be safe, inside and out, not ripped apart every day, so empty and ugly that he has to check and make sure he really is alive. He doesn't want that for anyone. He doesn't even want it for himself; for himself, he just doesn't care.]
[One helpless shrug later, and he turns to Kakyoin blankly. Waves the photograph and tucks it into his jacket pocket. His toes are freezing, his boots are ruined. So, fine.]
Don't worry. I'll keep it. You didn't waste your time.