Ayame was shouting again. He did shout a lot, Mine reflected. He never shouted at her though, and he usually did it when he thought he was alone, but it was hard not to hear the silver haired man's shouts and wails. The shop was rather small, after all. Mine finished the hem she was working on, and stood up slowly. She wandered through the boxes that filled her working area, and neared the shouting.

Mine walked closer to the room Ayame was in, and leaned against the door frame, one hand over her mouth. It was sad. She clearly remembered everything people said about Ayame at this point. She remembered his brother's disgusted comments and looks, and the general agreement Ayame was the most selfish, self assured, flamboyant person that could ever be found.

Mine shook her head. If only they could see him now.

Ayame held his head in his hands as he paced the room. A ruined cut of fabric lay on the ground, and the silver haired man's face was distraught. His features, usually so sharp and animated, were twisted almost out of recognition, surely no one but his closest of friends would have known him in this state. He paced and he had been pulling angrily at his hair. No, not angrily-no Ayame was anything but angry right now.

"Why, why why? I wanted it to be perfect, I wanted it to work!" Ayame threw himself around and wrenched a handful of hair almost out of his head. "Ooh! This isn't right! This isn't how it's supposed to go! It isn't-IT ISN'T!" Ayame stomped a foot down extra hard to add meaning to his words, but it didn't even pause the tirade.

"I don't get it! What am I doing wrong?! Am I that awful? That horrid?! Do I actually deserve to have him hate me this much?!" Ayame asked the ceiling as he walked. He raked both hands through his hair, and jerked his hands as they caught on a tangle. "I didn't mean to do this to him! I didn't! I really did love him, I do love him! I want to help him! I want to, so why can't I!? I can help everyone else-Gure-san, Tori-san-Oh! Why not HIM?! What did I do wrong?!"

Ayame scraped at his eyes in frustration, and threw him self down on a box. He slammed his fists into the box, and his entire body seemed to writhe all over. "No, no, I did everything wrong! I did everything absolutely wrong! I'm a selfish, pig-headed, stupid, feather brained idiot who can't even help his own brother! I am a useless idiot who everyone needs to hate." Ayame's voice began dropping off. "I hate myself..." He smiled brokenly, and laughed bitterly. "It's always about me, isn't it?"

Mine walked forward, and Ayame looked up at her with red eyes, and a blotchy face. Mine sat down beside Ayame without an invitation, and wrapped her arms around the quivering man. Ayame responded immediately, and wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face in her shoulder, and hid himself form the world. Mine made soft hushing noises in Ayame's ear, and gently petted the matted silver hair. She didn't feel awkward or feel that this was inappropriate behavior. She felt like she was comforting a heart broken child, and as the silent tears began to soak her shirt, she knew she was.