Oh, how he’d been a fool to love you. And even more of a fool to lose you. “Darling, wait! Let’s talk about this, yes?” Dazai asks frantically, out of breath as he stumbles out of the bar to follow you.

“I’ll tell you everything! That woman meant nothing to me!” The woman in question started a conversation and he couldn’t help but sweet talk her, and then he got handsy, and—! Does it even matter how it happened? When he barely has any time to explain himself?

Please, please just listen to him.