[She's sincere. Chuuya knows that as well as he knows that water is wet and alcohol isn't a good coping mechanism - Yuuki means every word she's saying to him.
He stares at her with wide eyes, before looking aside. That kind of sincerity is hard for him to face, still. Maybe it always will be hard for him.
But...
It takes him a moment, but he pulls out from one of his pockets a silver key, and places it in her outstretched hand.]
It locks from the outside.
[Someone had to reach for him, but more than that, he had to be willing to be reached for.]
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He stares at her with wide eyes, before looking aside. That kind of sincerity is hard for him to face, still. Maybe it always will be hard for him.
But...
It takes him a moment, but he pulls out from one of his pockets a silver key, and places it in her outstretched hand.]
It locks from the outside.
[Someone had to reach for him, but more than that, he had to be willing to be reached for.]