["Sou-chan." Yes, that was what he was hoping to hear. No one else called him that, nor was anyone else allowed to.
He holds on to her hand, feeling it, making sure it was real. It was warm and it was -- nice.
He places her hand upon his cheek, considering what would be the best response those questions, getting choked up.]
I- I was going to... help. Yeah. There's a party and lots of people are here and...
[He starts to press her hand on his cheek, afraid that if he didn't, he might just lose her, or she'll disappear. It didn't matter that she felt real. There were things that had happened in the prison where he saw visuals of her that seemed real, only to vanish after some time, not to mention the dreams he dealt with at night. It was all torture.
He had a feeling that this was indeed one of those days again where he only had a very short time with her, because there was no way someone like her would be thrown in prison. It didn't matter that he knew people here who were too nice, too kind to be here. He knew her more than anyone else, and she does not belong here.
The realization brings him to tears, and as he starts to cry he can't help but to hug her, desperately wanting and needing the comfort. It was the best kind of comfort there is -- the comfort of the best older sister he could ever ask for.
He tries to tell himself that he should be happy that she's here at all, but the loneliness that he struggles with when he's without her is what pains him the most. He's still very much the selfish child that he always was, much to his disappointment. He tries to get it together, but to no avail. The tears won't stop coming.]