[Itsuki's gaze darts away, just for a second, before landing on Buzen's contemplative expression. That means he's thinking about it, right? And if he's thinking about it...
He has to restrain his urge to hold him -- it'd feel a little too much like trying to get his way through alternative means, so he stays in place -- holding Buzen's hands instead. his voice is hopeful in response, gently coaxing]
...Tell me what isn't.
[because he wants to talk about it, even though he's afraid there might not be much to talk about, that there might be no way to argue against a definite truth.]
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He has to restrain his urge to hold him -- it'd feel a little too much like trying to get his way through alternative means, so he stays in place -- holding Buzen's hands instead. his voice is hopeful in response, gently coaxing]
...Tell me what isn't.
[because he wants to talk about it, even though he's afraid there might not be much to talk about, that there might be no way to argue against a definite truth.]