I'd hope it's nothing so dramatic. I suppose I just don't want to think of anyone being that cruel to someone as kind as you.
[Tatsumi has no problem believing he's doing the right thing, especially after seeing those shoes. Mayoi may have been given material objects, or polished and made more beautiful aesthetically, but the scars he bears are obviously so deep... Tatsumi hates that family more than he thought possible, now. Even his own privilege didn't entitle him to treat anyone as lesser the way Mayoi was obviously treated. He sets in his heart then and there to always treat Mayoi gently and with utmost kindness.
They make their way down the hall, and he opens the door to his room, then directs Mayoi inside. At least his bed isn't tiny, but the room is otherwise lacking in personality. It doesn't feel like it was always that way; rather now it feels like something is oddly missing. It feels empty.
Tatsumi makes his way over to the bed and takes a seat on the edge, atop the gray comforter. Without hesitation, he pats the bed beside him, hoping Mayoi will sit.]
Thank you, Mayoi-san. I'll introduce you to my parents in the morning, once I've had time to explain things. For now, would you mind staying with me? The bathroom is just across the hall if you'd like a hot bath, and--oh, I should've asked if you needed something to eat.
[For a moment, Tatsumi seems legitimately troubled by not thinking of that before they made it all the way in here... But then he smiles, somewhat like an absentminded elder.]
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[Tatsumi has no problem believing he's doing the right thing, especially after seeing those shoes. Mayoi may have been given material objects, or polished and made more beautiful aesthetically, but the scars he bears are obviously so deep... Tatsumi hates that family more than he thought possible, now. Even his own privilege didn't entitle him to treat anyone as lesser the way Mayoi was obviously treated. He sets in his heart then and there to always treat Mayoi gently and with utmost kindness.
They make their way down the hall, and he opens the door to his room, then directs Mayoi inside. At least his bed isn't tiny, but the room is otherwise lacking in personality. It doesn't feel like it was always that way; rather now it feels like something is oddly missing. It feels empty.
Tatsumi makes his way over to the bed and takes a seat on the edge, atop the gray comforter. Without hesitation, he pats the bed beside him, hoping Mayoi will sit.]
Thank you, Mayoi-san. I'll introduce you to my parents in the morning, once I've had time to explain things. For now, would you mind staying with me? The bathroom is just across the hall if you'd like a hot bath, and--oh, I should've asked if you needed something to eat.
[For a moment, Tatsumi seems legitimately troubled by not thinking of that before they made it all the way in here... But then he smiles, somewhat like an absentminded elder.]
Well. We'll figure things out, won't we?