[ See, people don't give Ryuji enough credit. They see the blond hair and the surly expression and assume he's a delinquent with no emotional capacity, hear the way he speaks and assume he's an idiot. Even if Ren and their friends give him a hard time occasionally, they know there's a lot more to Ryuji than meets the eye. Like now, when he can see right into the heart of the issue.
If Ren comes clean, it would only make her feel like she's more justified in her line of thinking. There's always the option of avoiding speaking to her, but... for all that he feels like they don't truly understand him, he doesn't want to stop trying to build what he never had when he was younger.
Now that he's about to come out with the rest of his thoughts, he shifts, sliding his feet down to the floor so that he can sit up properly—or about as properly as he ever does, slouching a bit into the cushions as he glances at the television. ]
I was thinking that we could fake it. Just enough to convince her that it's real.
[ Enough to get her to drop the subject and let him carry on with his life in that regard, at least. ]
It's fine if you're not up for that, though. [ Ren meets his eyes now, offering him a half-smile to reassure that he really would be okay with that. ] I know it's a weird request.
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[ See, people don't give Ryuji enough credit. They see the blond hair and the surly expression and assume he's a delinquent with no emotional capacity, hear the way he speaks and assume he's an idiot. Even if Ren and their friends give him a hard time occasionally, they know there's a lot more to Ryuji than meets the eye. Like now, when he can see right into the heart of the issue.
If Ren comes clean, it would only make her feel like she's more justified in her line of thinking. There's always the option of avoiding speaking to her, but... for all that he feels like they don't truly understand him, he doesn't want to stop trying to build what he never had when he was younger.
Now that he's about to come out with the rest of his thoughts, he shifts, sliding his feet down to the floor so that he can sit up properly—or about as properly as he ever does, slouching a bit into the cushions as he glances at the television. ]
I was thinking that we could fake it. Just enough to convince her that it's real.
[ Enough to get her to drop the subject and let him carry on with his life in that regard, at least. ]
It's fine if you're not up for that, though. [ Ren meets his eyes now, offering him a half-smile to reassure that he really would be okay with that. ] I know it's a weird request.