[ To this admission, Neku isn't sure how to feel. His stomach knots with an emotion he can't sort out, especially not in the moment. He lifts himself up, daring to meet the eyes of the boy caged between his arms. ]
"Josh--I--..."
[ Neku turned his face. He didn't know what he had wanted to say. I'm sorry, maybe, but for what?
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"Josh--I--..."
[ Neku turned his face. He didn't know what he had wanted to say. I'm sorry, maybe, but for what?
His voice lowered to a soft, rare whisper. ]
"Is this a mistake?"