[He flinches slightly at the hand on his shoulder, his head snapping to the side to see who was touching him. Upon seeing Otonashi standing there, his shoulders relax, turning back to the list, but not really... seeing it.]
...Yeah. [He shuffles his bare feet, rubbing them over each other to stave off the cold from the floor tiles seeping into them. He'd been lounging around in the same rumpled clothes for days: a pair of baggy plaid pajama pants and his red t-shirt.]
[...Otonashi might notice the bruises on his knuckles from punching the walls in frustration. Surely all of this was just a part of the mourning process for him.]
...New rules? [It wasn't clear if he was making an observation or asking for an explanation. Either way, he didn't look over at the other boy.]
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...Yeah. [He shuffles his bare feet, rubbing them over each other to stave off the cold from the floor tiles seeping into them. He'd been lounging around in the same rumpled clothes for days: a pair of baggy plaid pajama pants and his red t-shirt.]
[...Otonashi might notice the bruises on his knuckles from punching the walls in frustration. Surely all of this was just a part of the mourning process for him.]
...New rules? [It wasn't clear if he was making an observation or asking for an explanation. Either way, he didn't look over at the other boy.]