[He won't change his mind. That's what he wants to say. After all, why would he? He's still furious at his father, still suspicious, still struggling with years of emotions he's never been able to fully explore or process. It's a long road, and one he's still not sure he even wants to start walking down.
And yet...his mother's words still echo inside him.
Shoto offers his father a brusque nod, finally turning and starting to walk away, though he pauses before leaving. He doesn't look back, exactly; just...stops. His head is turned just slightly to the right, enough to show a bit of cheek but nothing else. Not his eyes.]
...If you text me, I'll answer. So you know I'm still here.
[It's more than Enji deserves, maybe, but. He's still family, as fucked up as that is. And he knows both Fuyumi and his mom would say as much.]
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And yet...his mother's words still echo inside him.
Shoto offers his father a brusque nod, finally turning and starting to walk away, though he pauses before leaving. He doesn't look back, exactly; just...stops. His head is turned just slightly to the right, enough to show a bit of cheek but nothing else. Not his eyes.]
...If you text me, I'll answer. So you know I'm still here.
[It's more than Enji deserves, maybe, but. He's still family, as fucked up as that is. And he knows both Fuyumi and his mom would say as much.]