That couldn't have been true. As far as Ryusei recalled, Kengo had been awake when Ryusei had passed out. He'd woken intermittently but had always opted not to get up because he hadn't wanted to face the possibility that he'd find himself alone. On Amanogawa school grounds, maybe, with the bodies—
That hadn't been what he'd woken up to. And he had to shove that kind of weak thinking away. He'd thought he was over this. It'd been like this on and off when he'd had to deal with the Jirou situation; he should be used to this.
Focus. Even after Ryusei had passed out, Kengo had kept the door locked. He could have forgotten, Ryusei thought uneasily. But even if that were so, it had been true that Ryusei had woken up before Kengo and had been unable to get out. Was that what Kengo had wanted to prevent? For what? For whose sake?
"Kengo—" Ryusei got up and grabbed Kengo's shoulder. Are you really alive? "Do you...." He stopped, grip tightening as he glanced away, anxious. Looked back up, continued. "Do you trust me?"
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That hadn't been what he'd woken up to. And he had to shove that kind of weak thinking away. He'd thought he was over this. It'd been like this on and off when he'd had to deal with the Jirou situation; he should be used to this.
Focus. Even after Ryusei had passed out, Kengo had kept the door locked. He could have forgotten, Ryusei thought uneasily. But even if that were so, it had been true that Ryusei had woken up before Kengo and had been unable to get out. Was that what Kengo had wanted to prevent? For what? For whose sake?
"Kengo—" Ryusei got up and grabbed Kengo's shoulder. Are you really alive? "Do you...." He stopped, grip tightening as he glanced away, anxious. Looked back up, continued. "Do you trust me?"