Minato had his hands back in his pockets and ended up gazing at the floor of the rooftop. He knew he had something to discuss, a lot of things to discuss, but how was he supposed to put it all into words?
It took him a moment to gather those thoughts, holding them together in the hope they wouldn't scatter and escape never to be addressed again.
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It took him a moment to gather those thoughts, holding them together in the hope they wouldn't scatter and escape never to be addressed again.
"Why do I feel guilty about being happy?"