[Yuya purses his lips, casual insults twisting him up inside--yeah, he's a dumbass. Stupid, weak, a crybaby, making everyone else more trouble after something like that. Because it's hard for him to look at Toki and remember the thrill of trying to murder him, and even if he wasn't avoiding their room after he came back--he must have made such a scene Toki couldn't face him again.

He takes a deep breath, wrapping his arms loosely around himself.] No, I... should have left instead. Even if he stayed, I'll cause him problems like this. It'll hurt, and I don't want to hurt him anymore.