"Is that what y-" Kenta's words caught in his throat as Chaz walked away.<span style="font-style: italic">Is that what people think of me? </span>for the first time in a long time, his expression went cold. He stood up and wiped his eyes with a sleeve. Thinking himself alone, he stared at the stone for a while longer. Only when he turned to leave did he notice that Chaz had been waiting for him. It didn't make sense to him. Did he expect to walk home with him? Kenta didn't have a problem with it, but it just didn't make any sense to him. Grass crunched under Kenta's sandals as he made his way to Chaz's side.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I could tell him."</span>his head ached from all the turmoil of today as they made their way back to the village<span style="font-style: italic">" I could tell him, but I won't"</span>he focused on the road below his feet as they walked in silence. Something in his mind screamed at him, but no words passed his lips. This guy, of all the people he knew, he wasn't gonna let<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>guy know the truth. It only took a few minutes to reach the residential area, the silhouettes of complexes and homes loomed ever closer. Kenta stood still for just a moment before continuing to follow.<br/><br/>"We can walk to your place first, mine's a bit far," Kenta's voice was clear, casual, rehearsed. Like he'd said the words before.