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[He hears his name and his eyes blink rapidly open, but for a moment he isn't really seeing anything. Whatever he was dreaming about seems to sink in slowly, and he goes from confusion to something that resembles despair, curling back onto his side and reaching for Gentaro. Of course, usually it's Doppo bringing him out of this, if anyone at all, but more often than not he's left to his own devices. Having someone there, physically there, warm, concerned, close... Hifumi practically latches on to Gentaro's arms with a faltering grip, trying to pull him closer so he has something to hold on to.]

Sorry. [Why is he crying... He didn't think he'd cry in someone else's home. This, he miserably thinks, is why he doesn't have friends. This and so much more.] Sorry.