Blank. His expression read blank. Don't note the slight furrow of his eyebrows or the subtle twitch of his fingertips. Don't observe those.

Don't observe the way Suguru's name is carved into his flesh. Don't stare too much.

His gaze was fixed on the laptop in front of him. The same video had been looping for an hour now. Watching Suguru speak and go through the same motions on the screen– without missing a beat.

It repeats again.

'I think this might be the worst week ever...' Blah blah blah. Satoru's not listening.

Suguru goes on again about giving up. The pain. The sorrow. But, Satoru's not there, mentally.

Don't stare too much.

Lest he unravel before your eyes.