[Sometimes he wonders if that magic Qifrey talks about is how he cuts right through to the core of him so easily, when he's barely told him anything at all. Shinjiro looks for a moment as though he's had his heart ripped out of his chest and presented to him to identify as his own organ.
And then he can't hold Qifrey's gaze yet again, slate gray eyes finding his shoes instead.]
How come we're even talkin' about me, anyway? You just died. Now of all times you oughta be worryin' about yourself first.
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[Sometimes he wonders if that magic Qifrey talks about is how he cuts right through to the core of him so easily, when he's barely told him anything at all. Shinjiro looks for a moment as though he's had his heart ripped out of his chest and presented to him to identify as his own organ.
And then he can't hold Qifrey's gaze yet again, slate gray eyes finding his shoes instead.]
How come we're even talkin' about me, anyway? You just died. Now of all times you oughta be worryin' about yourself first.