[Repositioning brought them closer, made Oboro wonder if Josh wanted another hug. He wasn't opposed to the idea. The comfort he'd found in that embrace was draining from him as they spoke.
The exact reasoning behind Josh's duress wasn't what Oboro was concerned about. It was that he'd given a man who had been nothing but kind to him such a burden. He couldn't help but feel guilty, and he refused to add to it any more.
Oboro wouldn't talk about his doubts. He wouldn't talk about how he'd been desperate. Useless. Frantic to give the hope of a future to his teacher - a man who couldn't have deserved it more.
He'd already decided that if he simply wasn't meant to live, then at least he could make his death worth something.]
That life is over now. [Oboro's optimism was awkward, but they both needed something other than pessimism.] I'd always thought fate was unkind, but here I think... it just requires patience.
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The exact reasoning behind Josh's duress wasn't what Oboro was concerned about. It was that he'd given a man who had been nothing but kind to him such a burden. He couldn't help but feel guilty, and he refused to add to it any more.
Oboro wouldn't talk about his doubts. He wouldn't talk about how he'd been desperate. Useless. Frantic to give the hope of a future to his teacher - a man who couldn't have deserved it more.
He'd already decided that if he simply wasn't meant to live, then at least he could make his death worth something.]
That life is over now. [Oboro's optimism was awkward, but they both needed something other than pessimism.] I'd always thought fate was unkind, but here I think... it just requires patience.