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He wants to ignore the furious stare that his partner is giving him, because he doesn't want to spill anything.
Because Kambe Daisuke may have warmed up to him already, but it doesn't mean he can know everything about him.
Not of his secrets, his pain, and especially of his vulnerabilities.
"Haru! Just talk to one of us - or me. Please?"
And he hated to see his partner's eye shine with unusual concern - for him. But he doesn't want to give in.
Doesn't want anyone to think he's a fragile damaged good that can't be trusted with anything because he's useless goddammit! he already survived for years, why are they destroying the lull of the cycle he willingly made for himself that only involves him and no one else.
He already accepted that there's something wrong with him...
"Haru... please."
...but he doesn't know what...
"We want to help you."
...or better yet why he's contemplating of letting him in...
"Haru, I want to help you!"
...letting Kambe Daisuke in.
But to be honest...
"Daisuke, give me more time."
...he doesn't want to lose them this early.
"And I'll explain everything." Or maybe not.