[Yuuto freezes. A lot of interactions with people suddenly make a lot more sense. The way they glare at him for insulting himself or scold his apologies…

He casts his gaze away.]

I do think about it. I think about it all of the time. But every time I try to fix it, it gets worse.

[It’s a struggle, but he looks up at her apologetically. He’s not sure what to say.]

… Yeah. We sound alike, huh?