[ there's a long pause on kenma's end, because he gets the nagging feeling that he should say something comforting, but trying to articulate the thought stumps him. in any other situation, he'd probably be inclined to roll over and turn this part of the conversation over to kuroo -- he's better at that sort of thing, at saying the things that people need to hear in a way that makes them feel strong enough to do something about it.
... but something stops him. maybe it's because his end of the conversation feels... raw, somehow, oddly exposed. he and kuroo have never really had any secrets between them, and kenma doesn't think this counts as their first, but... still. it still feels like something he needs to hold carefully to his chest, something as delicate and fragile as gossamer string.
(and his next impulse is to try to think of something that shouyou might say to someone, but trying to replicate that train of thought only makes him furrow his brows hard enough to give himself a headache.) ]
most things are.
[ a pause, and then he clarifies: ] complicated, i mean.
it's up to you if it's worth it, i guess.
[ ... which isn't comforting (at all), but. it's honest, and hopefully that means it counts for something. ]
no subject
... but something stops him. maybe it's because his end of the conversation feels... raw, somehow, oddly exposed. he and kuroo have never really had any secrets between them, and kenma doesn't think this counts as their first, but... still. it still feels like something he needs to hold carefully to his chest, something as delicate and fragile as gossamer string.
(and his next impulse is to try to think of something that shouyou might say to someone, but trying to replicate that train of thought only makes him furrow his brows hard enough to give himself a headache.) ]
most things are.
[ a pause, and then he clarifies: ] complicated, i mean.
it's up to you if it's worth it, i guess.
[ ... which isn't comforting (at all), but. it's honest, and hopefully that means it counts for something. ]