[ Muyoung's head jerks up, and he falls back onto his ass. He didn't expect anyone to show up in his apartment, and he sure as hell didn't want anyone to see him like this. There's about five seconds of panic before he comes up with the immediate and obvious answer to the question "who the fuck is this?"
He wants to be angry. He wants to be absolutely livid with this man, but he can't pull himself out of his own guilt and self-loathing spiral right now to muster the energy for it.
So he wipes his face off on the back of his hand, trying to get the labored breathing under control before he looks back up at Enma with a blank expression.
Even if Enma hadn't popped in to see him sob the red, puffy eyes and trace tears still on his face would give him away, but he has done an admirable job of killing all emotion on his face. ]
Get the hell out of here.
[ His voice, however, sounds broken and shaky. There's no hiding how he's barely holding things together in that. ]
[enma is a little impressed by muyoung’s ability to just look like he feels nothing in an instant. he wonders how long it took the boy to master that skill. however, he finds it stupid. what is the point of doing it when it’s clear that there are traces of his breakdown. when enma already knows he has been crying. when he can’t make his voice as emotionless as his face.
he removes himself from the wall and heads for muyoung, bending down in front of him. enma takes the human’s chin gently in his hand but there a minor tightness in the grip as his way of saying not to try anything unless muyoung wants to regret it]
You’re still young, Muyoung. You can still make up for all the deaths you let happen. For letting Haruto die.
[ It matters because it feels like he's still putting back up his walls, even if they're obviously chipped and damaged after his earlier display. There's a false sense of being protected by not showing emotions on his face, even if his voice still betrays him.
The touch has him tensing up, but he doesn't pull out of Enma's grasp yet. He doesn't trust himself to say much, and it takes everything in him to stare back up at Enma blankly, his expression as dead as the people he could have apparently saved. ]
How?
[ One simple word is all he has it in him to manage right now. He can say it without too my stress or emotion behind it. He can get it out without falling to pieces a second time. ]
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[it's unclear whether or not he knew that muyoung was going to break down, making sending texts useless that he decided to appear in the other's home.
enma is leaning against one of the walls, arms crossed against his chest, watching muyoung breakdown.
does he feel sorry? just a little]
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He wants to be angry. He wants to be absolutely livid with this man, but he can't pull himself out of his own guilt and self-loathing spiral right now to muster the energy for it.
So he wipes his face off on the back of his hand, trying to get the labored breathing under control before he looks back up at Enma with a blank expression.
Even if Enma hadn't popped in to see him sob the red, puffy eyes and trace tears still on his face would give him away, but he has done an admirable job of killing all emotion on his face. ]
Get the hell out of here.
[ His voice, however, sounds broken and shaky. There's no hiding how he's barely holding things together in that. ]
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he removes himself from the wall and heads for muyoung, bending down in front of him. enma takes the human’s chin gently in his hand but there a minor tightness in the grip as his way of saying not to try anything unless muyoung wants to regret it]
You’re still young, Muyoung. You can still make up for all the deaths you let happen. For letting Haruto die.
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The touch has him tensing up, but he doesn't pull out of Enma's grasp yet. He doesn't trust himself to say much, and it takes everything in him to stare back up at Enma blankly, his expression as dead as the people he could have apparently saved. ]
How?
[ One simple word is all he has it in him to manage right now. He can say it without too my stress or emotion behind it. He can get it out without falling to pieces a second time. ]