( he's not sure what it is about the words, but something about it — no matter when or where, I'll find you — causes his stomach to turn and a hollow ache to fill his chest. his brows draw together, smile faltering for a moment. but... as much as the phrase gives him a sense of unease, a vague and anxious feeling he can't quite identify twisting in his stomach, he doesn't interrupt.

it's probably for the best that he doesn't, because he isn't expecting what comes next. )

I suppose it's no wonder you're so good at taking care of someone, is it.

( what is he supposed to say to this. help. rantarou "charisma score of 2" amami is out here and he is doing his best, but at the very least, if subaru looks up, he can see a genuine sense of sympathy in amami's eyes. more importantly: an appreciation for the trust that he knows must be underlying a story like this. and the way the pieces fall together, he may not fit them perfectly into place as subaru speaks, but he can identify the way they might begin to connect.

he might not be able to say the right words, but he does feel like he understands. if only a little bit. )

But yeah, I think I get it. There's something about quiet holidays... ( and there it is again, that tightly coiled, uncertain feeling... ) I guess you start to really appreciate the gestures that go into them, and the people who are there with you.