He groans, the sound soft, his forehead coming down on the tops of his fingers; feeling like a jackass for making a case on the obvious, for talking like Madoka wouldn't personally know what it's like, and yet-
He can never help himself, can he? Even now, even though there's nothing they can do, and she's right.
"It should tell you." Tidus says it anyway, words muffled some between the space of the table and his face. "You deserve to know, Madoka."
Deserve, deserve, deserve. It's what he always says, what he tells everyone. They deserve better, we all deserve better. And nothing ever changes, there's nothing else to be said. He regrets it, that he never learns better. Pulling back his hands and lifting his head back up, a grimace of an expression that's meant to be apologetic, but too pained.
"I'm sorry. I just... get like this sometimes. We should get to bed."
He puts his hand on the device with that suggestion, making it disappear in a gold colouring into his arms band. Giving up on the night, giving up on this stupid feeling that's horrible to be putting on a young girl.
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He can never help himself, can he? Even now, even though there's nothing they can do, and she's right.
"It should tell you." Tidus says it anyway, words muffled some between the space of the table and his face. "You deserve to know, Madoka."
Deserve, deserve, deserve. It's what he always says, what he tells everyone. They deserve better, we all deserve better. And nothing ever changes, there's nothing else to be said. He regrets it, that he never learns better. Pulling back his hands and lifting his head back up, a grimace of an expression that's meant to be apologetic, but too pained.
"I'm sorry. I just... get like this sometimes. We should get to bed."
He puts his hand on the device with that suggestion, making it disappear in a gold colouring into his arms band. Giving up on the night, giving up on this stupid feeling that's horrible to be putting on a young girl.