Crack.

Now comes the words that are like a punch, and he can practically see the line cracking in the middle of her face. His spirits absolutely fall, and his gaze casts back down to the glasses. His vain attempt to hold together their real relationship in the midst of this.

I didn't want this, it's not about me, I'm sorry I ask these questions when I want you to answer it for yourself, I'm sorry I poke at every god damn thing until it yields an answer, even if that answer is breaking in two. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Togusa numbly nods, every bit a chastised child for his overenthusiasm in this moment. Words don't come at first, they will not come. He has to focus and refocus and swallow hard before they will.

"I thought this was more fair. Than to keep avoiding the topic entirely."