[ To be honest, he'd fully expected Misa to stay lounging about while he exited her room, and he raises an eyebrow when she gets up. It makes more sense though, when he hears what she has to say. ]
Yeah, yeah. I get it.
[ That flippant answer is accompanied by an equally dismissive wave of the hand. Misa could not be blamed for finding that display of typical teenage behaviour annoying, given what they'd been talking about. But at least Gen follows it up with a low huff -- hand rising to rub at the back of his neck, tugging restlessly at the (growing-too-long) tangle of hair at the nape of his neck as he continues at a mumble: ]
... I said more than I should have, back then.
[ They're burying the hatchet like this, right? He gets it. He's not fully placated by Misa's half-assed admission of fault, and he imagines Misa won't be super pleased with his own not-quite-apology, but ... whatever. This much should be enough that they should be able to go back to pretending things are normal, at least. He's spent his whole life in a small town, he knows how things are when it's the same people stuck in the same place, having to see each other all the time -- sometimes it's best to make concessions so that day-to-day life is a little more bearable. And while Gen is hardly so forgiving that he'd make such compromises with most people ... fine. He'll go for it this time. Misa's still one of the few reminders he has of his life back home, and she's not completely wrong this time.
Still, even this bargain-bin imitation of an apology doesn't come easy to him, and there's barely enough room to let his words sink in before Gen hastily adds, ]
-- and don't go telling anyone about what you saw. Okay. [ Not quite brusque enough to be a demand, but too rude to be a request. Gen finally meets Misa's gaze, brow knitted -- looking for a moment like he's considering threatening her before he settles for muttering, ] ... really not planning on ever doing it again. So. It doesn't have anything to do with anyone here.
[ You know what, this is more than she expected from him, so she's gonna take it gratefully. At least he even admitted he did anything wrong. Though that small appreciation she felt for that is immediately dashed into the ground by his follow up comment - her expression flattens considerably. ]
Duh? Who would I even tattle on you to? And just when I was gonna say, 'I'm not gonna say anything, so no need to threaten me...'
[ There's a little hmph after she finishes rambling, an immature irritation rising to the surface. But, there's really nothing serious about it, she's just annoyed in the way someone is when they get told to do wash the dishes when they were already planning on doing it.
For a while there, she'd been having doubts on whether or not he still felt the same way he had back then— she witnessed for herself the weight of that ache he's chained to, after all. Though, the subdued way with which he admits to not having plans to ever try it again keep her from remaining too skeptical, as he really has no reason to try to convince her of it, unless he's being honest. It's a relief, however small, not that she shows an inch of it. For today, she's had enough showing any vulnerability in front of him. ]
If that's it, go on, shoo. [ She makes little shooing motions at him, apparently comfortable enough to go back to acting this way with him. ] I've got stuff to work on!
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Yeah, yeah. I get it.
[ That flippant answer is accompanied by an equally dismissive wave of the hand. Misa could not be blamed for finding that display of typical teenage behaviour annoying, given what they'd been talking about. But at least Gen follows it up with a low huff -- hand rising to rub at the back of his neck, tugging restlessly at the (growing-too-long) tangle of hair at the nape of his neck as he continues at a mumble: ]
... I said more than I should have, back then.
[ They're burying the hatchet like this, right? He gets it. He's not fully placated by Misa's half-assed admission of fault, and he imagines Misa won't be super pleased with his own not-quite-apology, but ... whatever. This much should be enough that they should be able to go back to pretending things are normal, at least. He's spent his whole life in a small town, he knows how things are when it's the same people stuck in the same place, having to see each other all the time -- sometimes it's best to make concessions so that day-to-day life is a little more bearable. And while Gen is hardly so forgiving that he'd make such compromises with most people ... fine. He'll go for it this time. Misa's still one of the few reminders he has of his life back home, and she's not completely wrong this time.
Still, even this bargain-bin imitation of an apology doesn't come easy to him, and there's barely enough room to let his words sink in before Gen hastily adds, ]
-- and don't go telling anyone about what you saw. Okay. [ Not quite brusque enough to be a demand, but too rude to be a request. Gen finally meets Misa's gaze, brow knitted -- looking for a moment like he's considering threatening her before he settles for muttering, ] ... really not planning on ever doing it again. So. It doesn't have anything to do with anyone here.
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Duh? Who would I even tattle on you to? And just when I was gonna say, 'I'm not gonna say anything, so no need to threaten me...'
[ There's a little hmph after she finishes rambling, an immature irritation rising to the surface. But, there's really nothing serious about it, she's just annoyed in the way someone is when they get told to do wash the dishes when they were already planning on doing it.
For a while there, she'd been having doubts on whether or not he still felt the same way he had back then— she witnessed for herself the weight of that ache he's chained to, after all. Though, the subdued way with which he admits to not having plans to ever try it again keep her from remaining too skeptical, as he really has no reason to try to convince her of it, unless he's being honest. It's a relief, however small, not that she shows an inch of it. For today, she's had enough showing any vulnerability in front of him. ]
If that's it, go on, shoo. [ She makes little shooing motions at him, apparently comfortable enough to go back to acting this way with him. ] I've got stuff to work on!