[in one ear and out the other. every bit as expected as satoru holding onto his phone—and really, suguru should have expected this, as well? satoru making his survey results the focal point of this conversation, because that's much, much better than sidestepping around some centaur. shifting the pressure, light as it is...
but satoru is right; holding hands is easy. in theory. a few seconds of contact is an easy enough thing to manage, especially given that satoru is, quite honestly, the one person on this train suguru would willingly touch—and yet there is a reason suguru didn't think to ask satoru for his help. many reasons, actually, ranging from long-ago memories to a far more recent one.
(and what if satoru is offering to clear suguru's directive simply to clear his own? say yes to something you would normally say no to. the binding vow was necessary; this, however, is not, and once again suguru thinks that it would be better to simply ignore this survey altogether. satoru doesn't need to voice every vulnerability; suguru doesn't need to acknowledge every reminder of what was versus what is.)
here, however, is the truth: suguru can deal with this now, or suguru can hear about it for the remainder of the evening. he highly doubts that satoru will simply let this go—hence his sigh, mild exasperation masking much more complicated emotions.]
What did I just say?
[something, something, manners. an important word, which is the least satoru could offer—even if this isn't, you know. his task to complete. it's the principle of the matter, and thus, while suguru doesn't tuck his right hand back into his opposite sleeve, suguru doesn't hold it out for satoru to take. not yet.]
You're assuming that I care about the prize.
[which he doesn't, honestly, aside from slight curiosity as to what the clownductor has in store. something new to dangle over their heads, he's sure, because giving someone something only to snatch it away at some point in the future—a classic trick.
(and above that—well. suguru's taste in both games and prizes is questionable, as he's proven many a time.)]
what is with that terrifyingly serious icon
but satoru is right; holding hands is easy. in theory. a few seconds of contact is an easy enough thing to manage, especially given that satoru is, quite honestly, the one person on this train suguru would willingly touch—and yet there is a reason suguru didn't think to ask satoru for his help. many reasons, actually, ranging from long-ago memories to a far more recent one.
(and what if satoru is offering to clear suguru's directive simply to clear his own? say yes to something you would normally say no to. the binding vow was necessary; this, however, is not, and once again suguru thinks that it would be better to simply ignore this survey altogether. satoru doesn't need to voice every vulnerability; suguru doesn't need to acknowledge every reminder of what was versus what is.)
here, however, is the truth: suguru can deal with this now, or suguru can hear about it for the remainder of the evening. he highly doubts that satoru will simply let this go—hence his sigh, mild exasperation masking much more complicated emotions.]
What did I just say?
[something, something, manners. an important word, which is the least satoru could offer—even if this isn't, you know. his task to complete. it's the principle of the matter, and thus, while suguru doesn't tuck his right hand back into his opposite sleeve, suguru doesn't hold it out for satoru to take. not yet.]
You're assuming that I care about the prize.
[which he doesn't, honestly, aside from slight curiosity as to what the clownductor has in store. something new to dangle over their heads, he's sure, because giving someone something only to snatch it away at some point in the future—a classic trick.
(and above that—well. suguru's taste in both games and prizes is questionable, as he's proven many a time.)]