[God, it's still so weird, receiving that sort of smile. Ogata does his strange little reflexive hair smoothing. He glances back at the mirror for a moment. At those strange mirror parents that don't have any business existing, even as an image.
But he can ignore it, for now. He can look at Sayori instead. Expressing a rather similar sentiment, except she's real. She's put her hand on his shoulder, guiding him away. In some ways, it's just as impossible. Or it should be, anyway. And he feels that destructive urge in his gut. That same urge Yuusaku's smile brought out in him. But it's weighed down by the sad expression she had only a minute ago. Sayori wasn't blithely oblivious. She was smiling despite all her worries.
It's almost scary, in a way. She's stronger than she looks, in a way Ogata can't even begin to match. So he nods, and lets her lead him away.]
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But he can ignore it, for now. He can look at Sayori instead. Expressing a rather similar sentiment, except she's real. She's put her hand on his shoulder, guiding him away. In some ways, it's just as impossible. Or it should be, anyway. And he feels that destructive urge in his gut. That same urge Yuusaku's smile brought out in him. But it's weighed down by the sad expression she had only a minute ago. Sayori wasn't blithely oblivious. She was smiling despite all her worries.
It's almost scary, in a way. She's stronger than she looks, in a way Ogata can't even begin to match. So he nods, and lets her lead him away.]
Aah. Lead the way.