[The gentle touch has Haru opening his eyes, a little surprised. He shouldn't be, as it's Makoto, the second most likely person to invade his personal space, but he hadn't been expecting it. His shoulders slump a little, and he immediately caves against his friend, head bumping Makoto's shoulder. It feels okay to do this. More contact than Haru is used to, especially more than he's initiated, but... He needs it. It helps.
There's another heavy breath from him, and it takes him a little while to try and find words again. He doesn't want to outright say anything, but he trusts Makoto. He owes it to him, at least a little, from burdening him this much with worrying him. Haru's voice crumbles a little more.]
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There's another heavy breath from him, and it takes him a little while to try and find words again. He doesn't want to outright say anything, but he trusts Makoto. He owes it to him, at least a little, from burdening him this much with worrying him. Haru's voice crumbles a little more.]
I'm just... so tired...