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[ He reaches over to take Tsukasa's hand, wordlessly. ]

[ His hand squeezes his tight, shaking in his grasp before burying his face with his opposite hand. His voice trembles through what is obvious tears. ]

I do not want it- I... I do not want it early if it came to me due to... t-to him...

[ He can't dare say it. Instead, he just shakes his head. ]

I don't want it like this.

I know. ...I'm really sorry.

[ ...Note to self, get the handkerchief out soon. ]

Uu...uuu...

[ He really can't hide it. But his heart is aching so profoundly that he cannot disguise how much pain he is in at the moment. ]

I... I know how to find out. [ He sniffles, wiping at his eyes with his free hand. ] But I am afraid.

[ At this point, Lark reaches into his sleeve to pull out a handkerchief and dab at Tsukasa's tears. ]

You don't have to do it right now, you know. Or even all that soon, if you don't feel ready.

[ Faintly, he shakes his head while allowing him to dab at his eyes. ]

The anxiety of wondering is just as bad, plaguing me in a constant state of dread. Sena-senpai, Leo-san, and Tenshouin-oniisama are all of them already gone. J-Just, please, I do not want my family taken from me as well. They are all I have.

[ ...

Wow, this feels kind of raw. Raw enough that he doesn't really know what to say -- after all, he's still reeling from remembering that his mother is gone, even if he's doing a little better these days. (At least, he's not just lying in bed all day.)

Skylark reaches over to pull Tsukasa into a hug, wordlessly. ]

[ He draws a trembling breath, before allowing himself to relax in the embrace, shaking against him with obvious tears. His hands cling to his shirt as though his entire presence right now is a lifeline. ]

[ He'll let Tsukasa cling to him, holding onto him and rubbing circles into his back in some gesture of comfort. ]

[ With permission, his tears flow warm against him, raw and painful. It hurts. He has a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, dreading the worst but unwilling to give up the sliver of hope that he pulled through, too. But either way, eventually it will be a death sentence.

But how desperately he wants to put that off... ]

I'm sorry. I am supposed to be stronger than this. But I am still just a child in the end, it seems.

I don't think I get to chide you for this, considering I cried all over you a few days ago.

That was--

[ Different. He wants to say. But he still felt the loss of his mother and a hopeless ideal that he had longed to cling to. He shakes his head. ]

You were put into an unfair situation.

This isn't exactly fair either, you know.

I know.

[ Wiping at his eyes, now that he has cried some. ]

Look at me... we haven't even made it all the way to my bedroom. Let us at least make it there, so that if any of my senpai arrive, I am not making an embarrassing scene.

Alright. Let's go, then.

[ Into the room they go. It still seems to be the generic starting room that any avante might receive (admittedly, they are huge already and quite ornate.). Though he may notice a new room seems to be attached to it as they walk in, or notice, as crossing the carpet in the middle of the floor, that there may have been the slighest difference in the flooring there.

Regardless, he makes his way over to his bed, where a series of Kei omanjuu pillows seem to be piled on top. He grabs the largest one to hold and lean onto while settling in.

The bed, at least, is large enough for three, so there is plenty of room for Lark to sit. Though the bed is shared, already, with at least two cats. ]

It is a little more comfortable in here.

[ He certainly noticed the slight oddity in the flooring, but it's not like he can pry about that here and now. He will also refrain from commenting on the pillows, opting to sit on Kasa's bed and reach over to try and pet one of the cats. ]

[ It seems to be the black cat nearest him. He rolls over, yawning widely and stretching, before nuzzling into the hand. ]

Rittsu adores attention. Be careful, if you allow him in your lap he will refuse to get up.

Isn't that true of a lot of cats, though?

Perhaps? The others do like to cuddle to some extent. He is just a little more persistently aggressive about it.

I don't intend to let myself get trapped by cats, at any rate.

You say that now.

[ Resting his head on his pillow. ]

Regardless... these past couple of weeks have been a lot. Lately, it feels as though this place has been none stop.

Isn't that the usual here?

I suppose. Perhaps I have just been feeling out of sorts since the handshake event.

Since you turned grey?

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