"You'll need time to get fitted for a proper one," Togusa nods in agreement. "If- that's how you want to go, then all right." It's James' life, he's the one that has to live with this.
"My offer stays open. When it comes time to give an explanation, I'll be there to help, all right? Something that you can agree on and live with." Maybe if he just- avoids his dad for a few days? Yeah. Yeah, that would work.
Fitted for a proper one. It makes it sound so permanent, inevitable. Like he truly has no other options--the arm is gone, and he needs a prosthetic. Which, objectively, he knows--but to hear it aloud like this makes it feel all the more real and all the more terrifying.
He wants to wrap his arms around himself all of a sudden but surprise, he can't. So instead, he grips his shoulder.
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"My offer stays open. When it comes time to give an explanation, I'll be there to help, all right? Something that you can agree on and live with." Maybe if he just- avoids his dad for a few days? Yeah. Yeah, that would work.
This is a plan only a teenager would come up withno subject
He wants to wrap his arms around himself all of a sudden but surprise, he can't. So instead, he grips his shoulder.
"Yeah...yeah. Thanks."
(In his defense, Grell came up with this one!)