( with no response, ren can only assume that he's destined to be an observer in what seems to be shaping up to an uncomfortable situation. he's unmoving from his spot as the clock's hand tick away its cruel silent seconds.
it's not the same as his situation, but it feels similar enough. the way this guy's parents were just so... dismissive. the way they laid out their expectations... but there's hardly time to dwell on that as the scenery changes, and the sounds of a clock are replaced with the rumbling of trains on their tracks.
there's a pang of something in his chest, and while he isn't sure that he can even be heard in this place, by this young man— he can at least take a seat on that bench next to him, in silence.
even if it might have seemed like it... souji wasn't alone.
after awhile, his eyes glance down to that old phone— prompting him to dig into his pocket to reveal the more recent model. his fingers sailed over the keys as he thought, maybe, somehow... )
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it's not the same as his situation, but it feels similar enough. the way this guy's parents were just so... dismissive. the way they laid out their expectations... but there's hardly time to dwell on that as the scenery changes, and the sounds of a clock are replaced with the rumbling of trains on their tracks.
there's a pang of something in his chest, and while he isn't sure that he can even be heard in this place, by this young man— he can at least take a seat on that bench next to him, in silence.
even if it might have seemed like it... souji wasn't alone.
after awhile, his eyes glance down to that old phone— prompting him to dig into his pocket to reveal the more recent model. his fingers sailed over the keys as he thought, maybe, somehow... )
It could be a new beginning... right?