He'd seen that they were okay enough to sit up, but it's not until they reassure him that Kotetsu lets himself believe that they're really okay, that he's not about to get in terrible trouble, that he didn't just hurt his new friend. Even then, he scans their expression once more to see if they're not just saying that because they're scared of him. But even in the dim light, made dimmer and more scattered by the trees, he believes that they don't look it.
But even if they're not scared of him, Kotetsu is scared of himself all over again. Scared and upset and castigating himself viciously in the privacy of his own head, in the voices of all of those who have done it before.
"I'm sorry. I'm not s-supposed to play with other kids. Not supposed to touch people at all. I forgot." Or he hadn't forgotten. He'd hoped that, when so many other things were different here, maybe this could be, too.
He tries to steady his breathing and stem the flow of tears, but mostly just manages a pathetic little hiccup.
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Date: 2017-04-10 01:26 am (UTC)But even if they're not scared of him, Kotetsu is scared of himself all over again. Scared and upset and castigating himself viciously in the privacy of his own head, in the voices of all of those who have done it before.
"I'm sorry. I'm not s-supposed to play with other kids. Not supposed to touch people at all. I forgot." Or he hadn't forgotten. He'd hoped that, when so many other things were different here, maybe this could be, too.
He tries to steady his breathing and stem the flow of tears, but mostly just manages a pathetic little hiccup.