[Perhaps ironically, it's harder for dares to move him, as a child. But he's gotten himself worked up at this point, and when Juno continues to stubbornly insist on not going away, Kagari shoves him again. And again. And again and again and again, over and over until finally ... the very last time, he pushes his arms against Juno's chest, but the will to keep resisting crumbles all at once, and instead his fingers curl in the fabric of the detective's shirt; he clings like Juno is the last piece of driftwood surrounded by an endless ocean, and this time, the tears flow freely, with no attempt made to stop them.
Kagari's still a child, after all. He's lonely and afraid, and while he might have some of the bearing of a tired adult already, in his words and eyes, he's too vulnerable to be able to really resist the security and comfort Juno is offering here.]
I'm sorry.
[he mutters, into Juno's shirt. He tried to push him away, he really did. He tried, but Juno just wouldn't go. He doesn't have the strength to keep pushing, and he feels the guilt burn in his chest even as he keeps holding onto Juno's shirt for dear life.]
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Kagari's still a child, after all. He's lonely and afraid, and while he might have some of the bearing of a tired adult already, in his words and eyes, he's too vulnerable to be able to really resist the security and comfort Juno is offering here.]
I'm sorry.
[he mutters, into Juno's shirt. He tried to push him away, he really did. He tried, but Juno just wouldn't go. He doesn't have the strength to keep pushing, and he feels the guilt burn in his chest even as he keeps holding onto Juno's shirt for dear life.]
I'm ...