[She'd be waiting a while, before he would step into the living room at Suzette's insistence. The towel at his shoulders helped gather the water that slowly dribbled from weighed-down hair.
Rather than babble, Kanji let his hands hang at his sides, clenched. His jaw set as he wasn't looking at her.]
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Rather than babble, Kanji let his hands hang at his sides, clenched. His jaw set as he wasn't looking at her.]
...Sorry, Naoto.