[He made a mistake. Focusing his gaze forward makes the silence between them that much more awkward, but he feels unable to change it up once it's been in motion for so long.
That is, until the silence is finally broken. Inaho's ambiguous response is a bit disheartening, honestly, but then Ritsu wonders why he might have expected anything further. He can't guess what Inaho is thinking, but it's probably a given that he's feeling lonely. Ritsu turns his gaze towards him, and he notices the faded bruises at once. His eyes then follow his arm to his stomach. The way he's holding it... Is he hurt? Then, maybe something else happened to him...? Is he afraid? Ritsu's not really sure how to ask.]
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That is, until the silence is finally broken. Inaho's ambiguous response is a bit disheartening, honestly, but then Ritsu wonders why he might have expected anything further. He can't guess what Inaho is thinking, but it's probably a given that he's feeling lonely. Ritsu turns his gaze towards him, and he notices the faded bruises at once. His eyes then follow his arm to his stomach. The way he's holding it... Is he hurt? Then, maybe something else happened to him...? Is he afraid? Ritsu's not really sure how to ask.]
Um... You wanted to meet me?