Jealousy, and how one deals with it.
Short answer? Tsuzuki. And not very well.
None of this is very reasonable, but I suppose no answer to this question really would be.
I am jealous of how much Tatsumi cares for Tsuzuki, of how much of Tatsumi's afterlife Tsuzuki has had. I'm jealous of the way Tatsumi still can't let him go- even when I know I can't expect him to.
I suppose I'm also jealous of the little things- like the petting, and the comforting, and the baked goods that mysteriously materialize in the break room every time Tsuzuki gets depressed. Not that I need them, or even that I would be able to appreciate them as expressively as Tsuzuki does- there's just this irrational little wish that Tatsumi could be all mine. Or that he thought I mattered that much.
I'm jealous of Tsuzuki for having been Tatsumi's first- and mad at him for not making it good enough at the same time. For being the first one Tatsumi loved.
Little things, usually illogical or stupid once I can get them back into perspective. How long that takes will depend- I tend to deal with things by stuffing them into their metaphorical little boxes in the back of my head, locking them in, and ignoring them. It works most of the time.
None of this is very reasonable, but I suppose no answer to this question really would be.
I am jealous of how much Tatsumi cares for Tsuzuki, of how much of Tatsumi's afterlife Tsuzuki has had. I'm jealous of the way Tatsumi still can't let him go- even when I know I can't expect him to.
I suppose I'm also jealous of the little things- like the petting, and the comforting, and the baked goods that mysteriously materialize in the break room every time Tsuzuki gets depressed. Not that I need them, or even that I would be able to appreciate them as expressively as Tsuzuki does- there's just this irrational little wish that Tatsumi could be all mine. Or that he thought I mattered that much.
I'm jealous of Tsuzuki for having been Tatsumi's first- and mad at him for not making it good enough at the same time. For being the first one Tatsumi loved.
Little things, usually illogical or stupid once I can get them back into perspective. How long that takes will depend- I tend to deal with things by stuffing them into their metaphorical little boxes in the back of my head, locking them in, and ignoring them. It works most of the time.