（ his watch going crazy with messages, it's all he can do to read them without just quietly losing his mind, thanks. because he remembers — or his body does — all the little touches in the tunnels. the way her hair smelled, the way her body yielded against his hand when he'd stopped her at the dolls. he can't say he hasn't thought about it.
he hates that he's thought about it.
it only ever feels disrespectful to him to think about women that way. and inoue —
(in ways, she's always been more practical than him. she wouldn't want him to suffer. she'd accept that being somewhere like this means making a few sacrifices.)
but he doesn't know quite what to think about this. he hadn't... ）
i didn't mean to put you in a position where you felt like you needed to offer.
（ is the first thing he sends. sombre, and serious, and maybe just a little heartbroken. she's a good person. ）
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he hates that he's thought about it.
it only ever feels disrespectful to him to think about women that way. and inoue —
(in ways, she's always been more practical than him. she wouldn't want him to suffer. she'd accept that being somewhere like this means making a few sacrifices.)
but he doesn't know quite what to think about this. he hadn't... ）
i didn't mean to put you in a position where you felt like you needed to offer.
（ is the first thing he sends. sombre, and serious, and maybe just a little heartbroken. she's a good person. ）
i'm okay, nami, really.