[Between being given the hand (literally!) and Dimitri's awkward yet polite way of backtracking on his initial point (which was actually a pretty good one!), Satoru decides that maybe he doesn't want to be his accessory after all. He enjoys hassling people to the point of getting a reaction out of them, but this isn't really a reaction so much as it is...kind of sad.
Satoru forced friendship on him first! And rudely, too. He isn't exactly deserving of this consideration.]
You are willing to be my friend.
[Voice now tempered, Satoru finally unhooks his arm from Dimitri's shoulders, choosing instead to stick his hands in his pockets and look at him from a more respectable distance. For all that he is a menace to train society, Satoru does have a method to his madness, and learning about his fellow passengers happens to be one of his motivations. He also knows how to scale back when necessary and have a more reasonable conversation — he is a teacher by profession, even if he lacks the more refined habits of highly effective teachers.]
And that's totally weird. Why didn't you shove me away? Or ask me to stop?
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Satoru forced friendship on him first! And rudely, too. He isn't exactly deserving of this consideration.]
You are willing to be my friend.
[Voice now tempered, Satoru finally unhooks his arm from Dimitri's shoulders, choosing instead to stick his hands in his pockets and look at him from a more respectable distance. For all that he is a menace to train society, Satoru does have a method to his madness, and learning about his fellow passengers happens to be one of his motivations. He also knows how to scale back when necessary and have a more reasonable conversation — he is a teacher by profession, even if he lacks the more refined habits of highly effective teachers.]
And that's totally weird. Why didn't you shove me away? Or ask me to stop?