[He watches Otonashi sit down as well, shoulders relaxing slightly. His hands lift from his pockets, instead folding loosely over his chest. At least his warden is getting to the point.]
[On a certain level he can acknowledge that this was to be difficult for him: Trying to do something 'right', to help some stranger and get to whoever his loved one was, thrown into it with little more than a name and an end result. But that that prickling, apprehensive aversion to anything personal sets in, bristling up his spine to his neck like the risen hackles of a dog. So it's hard to be fully empathetic and cooperative.]
[So his lips twist for a short moment, giving a short, half-amused scoffing noise and turning to look to the far wall, rather than continue examining the other man or making eye contact.]
You say that like this's a damn singles bar; and I don't see you buying me a drink. [Not that he would have taken it even if he did. Too many control issues already. But the critique of Otonashi's phrasing doesn't sit long before he follows it with something closer to an answer.]
You know all the interesting bits already. [A lie, and the way he continues watching the wall rather than the other man probably belays it.] I got shot, I'm dead, I'm on some trans-dimensional boat for shitty souls.
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[On a certain level he can acknowledge that this was to be difficult for him: Trying to do something 'right', to help some stranger and get to whoever his loved one was, thrown into it with little more than a name and an end result. But that that prickling, apprehensive aversion to anything personal sets in, bristling up his spine to his neck like the risen hackles of a dog. So it's hard to be fully empathetic and cooperative.]
[So his lips twist for a short moment, giving a short, half-amused scoffing noise and turning to look to the far wall, rather than continue examining the other man or making eye contact.]
You say that like this's a damn singles bar; and I don't see you buying me a drink. [Not that he would have taken it even if he did. Too many control issues already. But the critique of Otonashi's phrasing doesn't sit long before he follows it with something closer to an answer.]
You know all the interesting bits already. [A lie, and the way he continues watching the wall rather than the other man probably belays it.] I got shot, I'm dead, I'm on some trans-dimensional boat for shitty souls.