[There he goes again. Someone shake him. As much as other people try and knock some sense into him with that regard, he just can't seem to grasp it.]
[His eyes are firmly on his feet. On the ground around them. It's easier than trying to meet Nicky's gaze right then. He can feel it on him for a while, and doesn't trust himself not to crack if he looks back.]
I'm... usually the one who's throwing himself into the explosion for someone else. [Or the literal arena, in one case.] I guess now I know why they always get upset when I do.
[Those eyes on him again. Something like shame twisting around in his chest. He'd made a friend, and here he was making him feel guilty. That's the last thing Shiro ever wanted. From anyone.]
You don't - there's nothing to forgive. It's fine. You'll be okay.
[And he needs to accept this. It's all his issue. Right?]
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[There he goes again. Someone shake him. As much as other people try and knock some sense into him with that regard, he just can't seem to grasp it.]
[His eyes are firmly on his feet. On the ground around them. It's easier than trying to meet Nicky's gaze right then. He can feel it on him for a while, and doesn't trust himself not to crack if he looks back.]
I'm... usually the one who's throwing himself into the explosion for someone else. [Or the literal arena, in one case.] I guess now I know why they always get upset when I do.
[Those eyes on him again. Something like shame twisting around in his chest. He'd made a friend, and here he was making him feel guilty. That's the last thing Shiro ever wanted. From anyone.]
You don't - there's nothing to forgive. It's fine. You'll be okay.
[And he needs to accept this. It's all his issue. Right?]