[ just because Haru wasn't the type to pry, it didn't mean he lacked concern. the wording tells him it's not a singular incident (everyone has nightmares, after all), but he's thinking that it could be Nagisa misses home. at any rate, theorizing about it didn't do anything. ]
No. I was in the bath. [ for three hours. he doesn't take his eyes off of Nagisa, watching what he can make of his expression carefully against the soft, muted light coming in from the window. ]
Are you still scared? [ Haru's always more brazen with these questions, rather than approaching tenderly. he didn't see Nagisa as a fragile person, but rather a strong one. he always encouraged him to exist without shame as well, and he hopes that his friend could talk about it rather than feel embarrassed. ]
no subject
at any rate, theorizing about it didn't do anything. ]
No. I was in the bath. [ for three hours. he doesn't take his eyes off of Nagisa, watching what he can make of his expression carefully against the soft, muted light coming in from the window. ]
Are you still scared? [ Haru's always more brazen with these questions, rather than approaching tenderly. he didn't see Nagisa as a fragile person, but rather a strong one. he always encouraged him to exist without shame as well, and he hopes that his friend could talk about it rather than feel embarrassed. ]