[ His touch doesn't overstay its welcome when shaken off, slender fingers curling as he lifts them away again. Eventually, his palm settles again, still against the powerful jut of his shoulder blade. As if to anchor some of his restlessness instead, the weight of his soul much more formidable than that of his body. Somewhere in the tether, the complicated feelings intersect with his own, though Subaru doesn't exactly bid for anything deeper than that. ]

You don't have to tell me what it was.

[ Subaru is well-acquainted with regret. ]

I'm certain I offered something. If nothing more than to satisfy my own curiosity. But... [ His words measure, light and simultaneously slow. ] I can't remember what it was.