[ there's some things they don't talk about home, for one. the animals, for other; it seems like only the plants are real, every else manifested in forms of artificiality. he doesn't mention that, too. and still, haru never begrudges him for anything.
it reminds him that it used to point of heated contention between kisumi and rin — whether all of this was just some glorified simulation meant to keep them marginally content, sated enough not to question a single thing, investigate any further than they should.
makoto doesn't like to think about it. ]
I didn't want to keep you waiting!
[ he smiles even wider, insouciant and wide, when haru reaches for one bag. in response, he hands in the lighter bag in a way that brooks no argument, turning on his heel to lead him back. if haru prefers to walk home instead, that's fine, too. ]
action;
it reminds him that it used to point of heated contention between kisumi and rin — whether all of this was just some glorified simulation meant to keep them marginally content, sated enough not to question a single thing, investigate any further than they should.
makoto doesn't like to think about it. ]
I didn't want to keep you waiting!
[ he smiles even wider, insouciant and wide, when haru reaches for one bag. in response, he hands in the lighter bag in a way that brooks no argument, turning on his heel to lead him back. if haru prefers to walk home instead, that's fine, too. ]
By the way, how was your day?
[ so maybe it is escapism, after all. ]