—How embarra.s.sing.
He returned to his workplace, but instead of going directly to the office, he took refuge in a bathroom stall.
Haa, haa, his breathing was labored. Aware that was mixed with tears, Tatsumi bit his lip.
—I’m so embarra.s.sed. Embarra.s.sed. Embarra.s.sed, embarra.s.sed&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;!
He put the handkerchief in his pocket to his eyes. Pain spread slowly through the depths of his barely functioning eyes. He wanted to obliterate his self that was so elated and cheerful earlier. Kusamakura probably thought he was a burden. That pained him, made him sad.
Was this really something to cry about, he thought. The pain in his chest was unbelievable. His tears continued to overflow as he desperately wiped them away with his handkerchief. He was unable to check whether his face was swollen or not. There was no way a man his age could go into his workplace with his face swollen from crying.