I don't know. Saying it anyway if you know nothing's likely to come of it still feels stupid, in a way, but-- better to just get out with it.

[he reaches up for that hand touching his face, lightly lacing their fingers together; chuuya isn't always as good at keeping his own expression in check, so the way it falls despite those words is clear enough, before he gives his head a little shake and forces a smile back into place.]

What're you sorry for, huh? I figured you might not-- you know. Feel similarly.

[he's just really good at attaching to people who don't share it, in one way or another.]