I smack the wall in frustration as Emi disappears, then just as quickly force control over myself again. The look on his face is seared into my mind. I didn't fix it. Didn't make him feel better.
He's doubting me. *Me*.
I should've said something, but I didn't know what...
"Jin-san," I say roughly. "Will he be all right?" I'm not sure if I mean physically, or emotionally, or both.
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Date: 2012-12-19 06:34 am (UTC)He's doubting me. *Me*.
I should've said something, but I didn't know what...
"Jin-san," I say roughly. "Will he be all right?" I'm not sure if I mean physically, or emotionally, or both.