[The sensation of actually being held is entirely unfamiliar, though positive. Mitarai's heart races faster, and he suspects Yoosung must be able to feel his heart racing faster, and this suspicion causes a positive feedback loop that - you guessed it! Makes his heart beat faster! Wow, this is literally turning into a panic attack. The moment he realized that Yoosung wanted to table this friendship thing - it's not that his wishes are invalid, and friendship is a two-way street. For Mitarai to not worry about that, though, he has to let in all the other thoughts that are even more worrying, and Yoosung's arms feel like a harness getting tighter, the same as those self-perpetuating anxiety death traps in Poe's novel inspired by Gogol. As desperately as he wanted to linger in this physical acceptance forever, he's losing his emotional acceptance of the situation, so Mitarai has to draw away. He still has his arms loosely draped around Yoosung's shoulders.]
Is it really okay? After all— [Mitarai will fight to make sure Yoosung doesn't take back his tolerance, and he's certainly too scared to admit that it might not be okay because he murdered Waver. What's another hook he can hang his anxiety on? He bites his lip and blinks.] You all said at first you were safe here, but then the hacking occurred, and...
[WELL, FOR ONE THING, HE STILL THINKS VIVIENNE AND OSWALD AND EVERYONE WERE IN IT TOGETHER... YOOSUNG CAN PROBABLY BE TRUSTED TO PROVIDE AT LEAST SOME INSIGHT ON THIS...]
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[The sensation of actually being held is entirely unfamiliar, though positive. Mitarai's heart races faster, and he suspects Yoosung must be able to feel his heart racing faster, and this suspicion causes a positive feedback loop that - you guessed it! Makes his heart beat faster! Wow, this is literally turning into a panic attack. The moment he realized that Yoosung wanted to table this friendship thing - it's not that his wishes are invalid, and friendship is a two-way street. For Mitarai to not worry about that, though, he has to let in all the other thoughts that are even more worrying, and Yoosung's arms feel like a harness getting tighter, the same as those self-perpetuating anxiety death traps in Poe's novel inspired by Gogol. As desperately as he wanted to linger in this physical acceptance forever, he's losing his emotional acceptance of the situation, so Mitarai has to draw away. He still has his arms loosely draped around Yoosung's shoulders.]
Is it really okay? After all— [Mitarai will fight to make sure Yoosung doesn't take back his tolerance, and he's certainly too scared to admit that it might not be okay because he murdered Waver. What's another hook he can hang his anxiety on? He bites his lip and blinks.] You all said at first you were safe here, but then the hacking occurred, and...
[WELL, FOR ONE THING, HE STILL THINKS VIVIENNE AND OSWALD AND EVERYONE WERE IN IT TOGETHER... YOOSUNG CAN PROBABLY BE TRUSTED TO PROVIDE AT LEAST SOME INSIGHT ON THIS...]