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i can't tell you
The problem with Jin, Kame thinks, is that he's always been a cryer. A lot of the time, it's silly. A lot of the time, it's stupid. Sometimes, it's awkward. And really, really occasionally, it causes Kame's heart to hurt and makes him want to cry too.
"I'm sorry," he says. "I'm really, really sorry." His arms are jerkily poised to encircle Jin's shoulders, but he stops himself. They settle on his legs that bounce in restlessness. Jin sniffles. He stares at his hands as his heart aches dully.
"We were going to get a pet otter," Jin says, miserably. He lets out a little laugh. It's the first thing he's said since Kame told him it wasn't going to work, that, this--them--it just wasn't going to work. "That's all I can manage to say right now."
Kame feels Jin's eyes on him and concentrates on his hands. They are pale, and kind of small. They don't have much heft to them, but they don't have any grace. They're perfectly normal hands. "I'm sorry," he says again, and he thinks about everything he's ever wanted (mostly, this). Tears prick at the corner of his eyes.
"Why?" Jin's voice holds venom, and Kame's shoulders tense. They say Nishikido Ryo is bad, but Jin's tongue is just as poison when he wants it to be.
"Why wouldn't I be sorry?" He asks, tentatively. "You're sad. That's the last thing I want. For you to be sad."
"You're the one breaking up with me," Jin says. "You're not allowed to have feelings. And I meant--" He inhales sharply, deeply, shakily. "I meant, why are you doing this? I thought we were good--I thought we had an understanding--I--"
"I can't tell you," Kame says, voice small. He feels small. He's such a coward. "I can't tell you." Jin's eyes bore holes into him, and he feels his body wanting to melt. He shuts his eyes tight, feels tears hot and fresh on his cheeks. The air is stagnant. He fights to breathe. "I'm sorry," he says again. "It just won't work."
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