[He catches the plush, out of instinct more than anything, staring down at the part of his life he's mostly forgotten about. A link to a childhood that he could never throw away but hid it away all the same. Why did it turn up at Seifer's place?
He drops it, steps over it and reaches out to grab Seifer's arm.]
. . . I'm sorry.
[He twitches, a held back grimace. Even he knows how hollow that sounds.]
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Seifer!
[He catches the plush, out of instinct more than anything, staring down at the part of his life he's mostly forgotten about. A link to a childhood that he could never throw away but hid it away all the same. Why did it turn up at Seifer's place?
He drops it, steps over it and reaches out to grab Seifer's arm.]
. . . I'm sorry.
[He twitches, a held back grimace. Even he knows how hollow that sounds.]