He's holding my hand. I wish - I wish we could do this in public more easily. I hate that he can't be comfortable when we're out together.
I'm not good at this interpersonal stuff. I like him. I love him, even (and he knows that, because I say it to him). But I don't know how to make him feel better when he's got this huge stupid issue, and when he's still grieving Jin-san (of course he is, the man was basically his father). Jin-san wouldn't've been able to fix it either. At least, I don't think so. But having him around would've meant another person for Emi to talk to, to be supported by, to be irritated by when Jin-san got extra silly.
"Thanks, Emi. Yeah, I am, but I'm probably not completely sane either," I say wryly. "Things are a lot harder for you day to day than they are for me, but we went through such... specialised circumstances that it's hard to feel like I'm normal either."
I brighten when he holds up the bag. There's something sickly sweet in there, with cinnamon icing. I have no idea what they're called. The bakery doesn't have labels for their little pastries. I just pointed and said two of those, please.
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Date: 2015-02-07 11:04 am (UTC)I'm not good at this interpersonal stuff. I like him. I love him, even (and he knows that, because I say it to him). But I don't know how to make him feel better when he's got this huge stupid issue, and when he's still grieving Jin-san (of course he is, the man was basically his father). Jin-san wouldn't've been able to fix it either. At least, I don't think so. But having him around would've meant another person for Emi to talk to, to be supported by, to be irritated by when Jin-san got extra silly.
"Thanks, Emi. Yeah, I am, but I'm probably not completely sane either," I say wryly. "Things are a lot harder for you day to day than they are for me, but we went through such... specialised circumstances that it's hard to feel like I'm normal either."
I brighten when he holds up the bag. There's something sickly sweet in there, with cinnamon icing. I have no idea what they're called. The bakery doesn't have labels for their little pastries. I just pointed and said two of those, please.