When he remembered Kusamakura’s voice, the feel of his hands, his smell, Tatsumi unconsciously curled himself up on top of his bed.
―Ever since Kusamakura-san came, nothing strange has happened&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;
Wasn’t nothing happened actually nothing was there to begin with? That doubt arose, and he couldn’t deny it outright. More than anything, the fact that he no longer felt any presences when Kusamakura came, meant what he thought before must have been true.
―&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;did I want to be with Kusamakura-san that badly?
Tatsumi let out a long sigh, and turned over. He let out another deep breath as he laid on his back. He spoke a lot with his coworkers. He even had lunch with them. It was fun, and fulfilling.
―&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;but, I rather be with Kusamakura-san.
He was aware it was extremely rude of him to think that way. Even so, he wanted to see him, his desire to see him, and talk to him, won in the end as Tatsumi closed his eyes.