[ Maybe it's the touch of the fingers or the softness of the words that make green eyes get glassy almost instantly. He can't keep ot bottled up anymore yet he'll close his eyes shut so that tears won't escape his eyes. It's childish, but he's tired of crying in front of people. ]
... I'm tired. [ Of Yuuri's indifference, of Conrad's betrayal, of not having Gwendal and his mother by his side, of feeling alone and confused and discarded all the time. Of the dull life at the prison. Of everything. ]