He shook himself out of his daze. He was getting angry, thinking about that. "Sorry... I— ..."
"For this to work, I think you're gonna need to tell me whatever comes to your mind. Whatever you feel or remember. Just talk to me. It doesn't matter if it makes sense or not. I won't judge you. Promise."
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well even if that were true, which i highly doubt, what good is it when i'm judging myself?
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Minho just shrugged, muttering an 'okay' that he didn't really mean. He knew he wasn't capable and/or willing to share that much (thank goodness). But then again, even telling Chan that would be awfully difficult.
"So what was it that you were thinking of just now?" Chan looked at him, expecting an answer, the same way Jisung tended to. The way that made his mouth go dry and his tongue limp.
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if it's what i have to do to figure this out... i think i can try to tell him about this particular memory, even though i'd really rather not. ...it's just not right.
