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   Crying?… 
              He’s crying?

Proceeding to reach up a hand to his face, Psyche gently pressed a digit against his eye-bag section— only to be greeted by a wet sensation. True enough, he was indeed crying.

“Hah.“ A murmur resonated, fleeted along the breeze that went past through them. What should he say now? Now that the other had witness him in this state. What was he even supposed to say? Oh, I’m sorry, I’m just sad that no one really loves me. No, that simply wouldn’t do.

    He felt so ashamed. Exposed. 
Ｐａｔｈｅｔｉｃ.

      “… You, again.” Finally said the raven, not daring to look up at those familiar emotionless eyes.

  Kasuka first wondered if this was going to become a regular occurrence. But then that didn’t really matter, in the face of someone crying, and his first physical reaction is to reach and wipe away the tears.

He was firm in the belief that no one deserves to be so sad that they cried. Though he wasn’t the most comforting figure around, it didn’t stop him from trying to be so, even if he doubted that his emotionless state didn’t exactly help. And so he moved his hand from the other’s cheek, when his hand raised, and instead patted Psyche’s head.

”You’re upset again,“ was all he said in reply, and he really did seem to meet the other at unfortunate moments. ”What’s wrong?“