[ Ah... It stings. It stings even though it shouldn't, because it's true that their tryst wasn't based on infatuation but rather on practicality, a mutual way of escaping something far far more unpleasant. But even then, to have his love denied is unpleasant.
Ainosuke takes a sip from his glass, lips in a thin smile. ]
For you? I wonder. It's a fact that we chose one another for convenience and relief, but that doesn't mean I felt nothing about it, my dear... Every bite, every touch, every kiss... I'm not dishonest in all affections, and it saddens me to hear you think so.
Love is a curious thing, fleeting, hard to escape and hard to hold onto, isn't it?
[...The man looks genuinely dissatisfied with his judgment. Nishi suspected he might, but it leaves the greater question lingering— if it wasn't love, elusive and inescapable, then what was it Ainosuke showed him?
He takes a sip from his glass, barely tasting it, thoughts elsewhere.]
That much is true, but that's why I can't call what you showed me love. If you want my honest appraisal... your "love" felt curiously hollow. I could speculate as to why, of course, though I doubt you'd appreciate the intrusion.
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Ainosuke takes a sip from his glass, lips in a thin smile. ]
For you? I wonder. It's a fact that we chose one another for convenience and relief, but that doesn't mean I felt nothing about it, my dear... Every bite, every touch, every kiss... I'm not dishonest in all affections, and it saddens me to hear you think so.
Love is a curious thing, fleeting, hard to escape and hard to hold onto, isn't it?
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He takes a sip from his glass, barely tasting it, thoughts elsewhere.]
That much is true, but that's why I can't call what you showed me love. If you want my honest appraisal... your "love" felt curiously hollow. I could speculate as to why, of course, though I doubt you'd appreciate the intrusion.
[Not like that would stop Nishi.]