Would he have done the same for Auntie Cher, Binghe wonders? He isn't sure; he's not even sure if he wants to think he would, or he wants to think he wouldn't. But still, what Ryunosuke's saying makes sense to him.
That doesn't mean he feels more favourably towards him, but... he wonders if Ryunosuke would let his guard down if he thought it did?
He decides to let himself look as thoughtful as he feels, instead of concealing all of his private indecision behind a blandly smiling mask—and instead of letting himself get annoyed at being made to think about this at all, when the reason he came in here to make a nuisance of himself was to take his mind off things. He frowns at the warehouse floor for a few moments longer, and then sighs.
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Would he have done the same for Auntie Cher, Binghe wonders? He isn't sure; he's not even sure if he wants to think he would, or he wants to think he wouldn't. But still, what Ryunosuke's saying makes sense to him.
That doesn't mean he feels more favourably towards him, but... he wonders if Ryunosuke would let his guard down if he thought it did?
He decides to let himself look as thoughtful as he feels, instead of concealing all of his private indecision behind a blandly smiling mask—and instead of letting himself get annoyed at being made to think about this at all, when the reason he came in here to make a nuisance of himself was to take his mind off things. He frowns at the warehouse floor for a few moments longer, and then sighs.
"I can make them heal faster," he says.