[His anger sizzles with the apology and Ryuji gives his roommate a hard stare for awhile. Was he ever like this? When he thought the entire world was against him, the school hated him, his former teammates hated him, his mother apologizing all the time for having raised him alone - was he ever this hard and cold?
He can't remember anymore. Not since meeting Akira and Ann, Yusuke and Makoto, Futaba and Haru. Not since having friends and realizing that he didn't have to be the problematic punk.
Ryuji sighs and lets his hand drop from the wall only to raise it again and rub the back of his neck.]
...I'll fix it. For now, I'll take another one off and put it up in its place.
Just...let Haru know you're okay, alright? She's been worried sick. [He glances down at the splinters and wonders just how long it'll take to earn enough cash to replace a whole door.]
...You ain't alone here, okay? That's all we wanted you to know. You don't gotta go through all this bullshit alone.
[ it's awkward. shinji's not even sure if it's awkward because he's awkward or because ryuji's trying too hard for friendship with a guy who keeps trying to reject it. it's probably a combination of both, and he really isn't cut out for this making friends thing. ]
You're a punk. [ pot, kettle, shinji. ] But you're a good kid. I just don't see why you're trying so hard for someone like me. I'm an asshole. You said so yourself.
[ shinji doesn't think he even gave anyone any indication that he was anything but an asshole, so that adds to the discomfort... what do these people see in him? ]
[He feels his hackles raising at being called out for what he is, but manages to choke it back as Shinji continues. He isn't wrong, after all. Ryuji did just kick his door down not 5 minutes ago.]
'Cause.
[That's a good reason, right? Ryuji shrugs and pulls his hand down, looking at his open palm.]
...'cause this whole thing - losing our worlds, wakin' up when our friends are still asleep, and now this stupid bomb and those jackasses who set it off - it's not something anyone should have to deal with by themselves.
[He clenches it into a fist, determination setting his jaw.]
You're a jerk sometimes, but you ain't shitty like some real assholes we've met, and that means we ain't gonna just leave you behind.
[ they're just going in circles... at this point he's tired. he's sure ryuji is tired, too. he doesn't want to give in, but talking about it all the time is exhausting. ]
Whatever.
[ HE GIVES UP.
but it doesn't mean he's gonna start being buddy buddy with anybody ok. ]
[Ryuji is honestly able to go turbo for days when it comes to friendship, but when Aragaki gives in, he relaxes suddenly, leaning back against the doorway.
...He really does need to fix this.]
You don't gotta suddenly be my best friend or whatever, but just know we're here, alright?
[Aaaaand enough of the touchy-feely shit. He lets out a huge sigh of relief and tension, then crouches down to the floor, picking up pieces of the door.]
I'll get this cleaned up. You let the others know you ain't dead.
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He can't remember anymore. Not since meeting Akira and Ann, Yusuke and Makoto, Futaba and Haru. Not since having friends and realizing that he didn't have to be the problematic punk.
Ryuji sighs and lets his hand drop from the wall only to raise it again and rub the back of his neck.]
...I'll fix it. For now, I'll take another one off and put it up in its place.
Just...let Haru know you're okay, alright? She's been worried sick. [He glances down at the splinters and wonders just how long it'll take to earn enough cash to replace a whole door.]
...You ain't alone here, okay? That's all we wanted you to know. You don't gotta go through all this bullshit alone.
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You're a punk. [ pot, kettle, shinji. ] But you're a good kid. I just don't see why you're trying so hard for someone like me. I'm an asshole. You said so yourself.
[ shinji doesn't think he even gave anyone any indication that he was anything but an asshole, so that adds to the discomfort... what do these people see in him? ]
You, Okumura... I don't get it.
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'Cause.
[That's a good reason, right? Ryuji shrugs and pulls his hand down, looking at his open palm.]
...'cause this whole thing - losing our worlds, wakin' up when our friends are still asleep, and now this stupid bomb and those jackasses who set it off - it's not something anyone should have to deal with by themselves.
[He clenches it into a fist, determination setting his jaw.]
You're a jerk sometimes, but you ain't shitty like some real assholes we've met, and that means we ain't gonna just leave you behind.
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Whatever.
[ HE GIVES UP.
but it doesn't mean he's gonna start being buddy buddy with anybody ok. ]
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...He really does need to fix this.]
You don't gotta suddenly be my best friend or whatever, but just know we're here, alright?
[Aaaaand enough of the touchy-feely shit. He lets out a huge sigh of relief and tension, then crouches down to the floor, picking up pieces of the door.]
I'll get this cleaned up. You let the others know you ain't dead.