He expected that it wouldn't feel any better to get out... and it doesn't. Ever since that part was pulled out of him, it's been mostly easy to put it behind him. To be Yuya, to be better and make up for all the damage he caused not once, but twice over. The few who knew certainly wouldn't turn on him about it.

Everyone else, he's less sure of.

The silence hangs between them, heavy. Yuya still won't look up. It takes him a moment to decide what to say: more of an explanation, an apology, or to let Rita break the tension first. Finally he draws Odd-Eyes close to his chest and slowly straightens his back against the bookshelf.

"I'm not--I won't do that anymore." He offers it a bit too quickly, glancing quickly her direction. "I won't be like that now."