[He doesn't know what to say. Should he be honest? But he can't be. It hurts... but he has to keep himself together. He can't tell him. He lowers his gaze, pulling his legs up into his chest.]
That's... not something I can really tell you, Kouta. I... I don't want to hurt you.
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That's... not something I can really tell you, Kouta. I... I don't want to hurt you.