It's not that he doesn't remember that, but.. he doesn't get why she's talking about it now. It had all been so weird and surreal back then that he convinced himself that it wasn't real - the morning he woke up naked and alone in her half-empty apartment he just thought that was how wet dreams were supposed to work somehow. (Not like he had ever had another one to be able to compare, after all.) There had been no way Kiraki could have been alive, after all, so it must all have been subconscious wishful thinking that had made him dream about that, so strong that in that dream he and her even..
They even...
God. It was already embarrassing enough when he thought it was just a dream, but now reality is hitting him hard. He really did have sex with Kiraki that night and all this time, he hadn't realised it. He hadn't even thought during all of that, he hadn't been as careful as he normally would have wanted to be -- what if he hurt her, and what if he deflowered her that night (he must have, right, who else could Kiraki have had sex with otherwise?), and what if she didn't like it, and..
Mamoru just sits there staring ahead as if some wires in his head just got disconnected for a few moments, but then he suddenly slumps forward, head dropping into his hands. He did that to her. And now he's just here sitting with her on a bench, here he is having talked to her calmly all this time once the surprise of her being alive wore off slightly, even though all of that happened. What sort of man is he supposed to be? ]
That... that was...
[ Yeah, it's pretty obvious that he chalked it up to his imagination or a dream from the way he's reacting right now, he's in complete shock. Give him a few moments to catch up to it. ]
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Huh?
It's not that he doesn't remember that, but.. he doesn't get why she's talking about it now. It had all been so weird and surreal back then that he convinced himself that it wasn't real - the morning he woke up naked and alone in her half-empty apartment he just thought that was how wet dreams were supposed to work somehow. (Not like he had ever had another one to be able to compare, after all.) There had been no way Kiraki could have been alive, after all, so it must all have been subconscious wishful thinking that had made him dream about that, so strong that in that dream he and her even..
They even...
God. It was already embarrassing enough when he thought it was just a dream, but now reality is hitting him hard. He really did have sex with Kiraki that night and all this time, he hadn't realised it. He hadn't even thought during all of that, he hadn't been as careful as he normally would have wanted to be -- what if he hurt her, and what if he deflowered her that night (he must have, right, who else could Kiraki have had sex with otherwise?), and what if she didn't like it, and..
Mamoru just sits there staring ahead as if some wires in his head just got disconnected for a few moments, but then he suddenly slumps forward, head dropping into his hands. He did that to her. And now he's just here sitting with her on a bench, here he is having talked to her calmly all this time once the surprise of her being alive wore off slightly, even though all of that happened. What sort of man is he supposed to be? ]
That... that was...
[ Yeah, it's pretty obvious that he chalked it up to his imagination or a dream from the way he's reacting right now, he's in complete shock. Give him a few moments to catch up to it. ]