[might be looking at you... rather fondly right now actually.

but then back to his. coffee.]

I did not tell him about my year because I feared he would react in this way. Denmark-san, that is. Though, it seems that such a thing caused even further damage...

After quite a lot of fighting, he still wished for me to stay. I declined, once more, to avoid conflict.

And yet it brought tension. I am not sure that I am doing the right things. [hnnngh how to even touch on more thoughts... he stops to sip his coffee]