It was his own stupid pride that had him walking tall through the halls after leaving Takumi's room. But as soon as he closed his door, that pride walked off without him

Gii slid down the door, the weight of the argument pushing down on his shoulders. His glasses began fogging up. Those stupid, fake glasses; he grabbed them and threw them down the hall – far away from him.

No matter how I try...

His hand balled up in a fist and slammed against the wall. Somewhere in his mind, the movement made sense. That if he destroyed this room – this room that started this whole problem – that he and Takumi could get over this hurtle. That they could be happy once again.

No matter how desperately I want to...

Takumi's voice wouldn't leave his brain and he started to slam his head against he door behind him.

I can't forgive you, Gii.

"Takumi..." He cried. As if his lover could hear him. As if he would understand if he saw Gii crying as hard as he was.

But...he wouldn't. Because Takumi was crying even worse than he was.

He had made him cry once again. Vaguely he thought maybe it was good he wasn't going. He didn't deserve to stand by Takumi's side, nor confront his brother. And then Gii cried himself to sleep.