[ Megumi doesn't need to have it spelled out to him to read what the older man is feeling. He's always been good at reading people. It comes with being a listener, and naturally skeptical of what others tell him. There's some hurt there. It isn't hard to imagine why. She isn't around anymore. There wasn't a single picture of her in that shoddy apartment he grew up in. He thinks he remembers Tsumiki saying she passed away. Probably something she's heard from her own mother, but Megumi isn't sure.
What an empty family they have. It's so strange to think about how, if circumstances had been different, it could have been a normal one.
He's held resentment toward this man for years. Yet, right now, he feels empathetic. Like he's sorry that happened, and papa is hurting. ]
[ Does he miss her? That's such a stupid question for Megumi to ask in Toji's eyes, but Megumi doesn't know much about her. For all he knows, she could have been a horrible person.. but that was the opposite. Quite so. Toji's voice raises just slightly when he speaks again. He's always got a calm demeanor (besides when he's fighting) but something about talking about her is making his skin prickle. ]
That's enough, Megumi.
[ He gives no indication what it was to make him so ornery about this subject. He could talk about her illness and how she passed, maybe even reflect on the good memories but.. he's tried to forget it all and pretend he's been nothing but miserable his whole life; not any kind of area of happiness that could have been taken from him.
[ It felt like, for a second, they were connecting about something. That Megumi could put aside his difficult feelings about his father for just a second, and have dinner as a family. The reason he's here, the reason he decided to reach out to the older man, is because he's learned about the truth of why Gojo had took him in in the first place. He was wrong about being abandoned, about being angry that his father stopped coming home. It doesn't erase the fact that Toji was never there when he was still alive, or the fact that he tried to sell him away, but it did mean that he was never abandoned.
He was wanting to give things a chance, but unsurprisingly they are one step forward and two steps back. What was starting to feel like a calm space he could ease up in was now tense, and even if he made this food earnestly, it's hard to enjoy it in this strained atmosphere.
There's a momentary surprise, a flicker of some fear. Even if he was close to being killed by this man once before, he doesn't think he's ever seen him truly angry. It's just a bit scary. ]
... Okay. [ So he withdraws back into himself, the look on his face falling back into a listless, stoic expression, and numbs any curiousity or desire for a connection he might have been feeling just seconds before.
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What an empty family they have. It's so strange to think about how, if circumstances had been different, it could have been a normal one.
He's held resentment toward this man for years. Yet, right now, he feels empathetic. Like he's sorry that happened, and papa is hurting. ]
Do you miss her?
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Toji's voice raises just slightly when he speaks again. He's always got a calm demeanor (besides when he's fighting) but something about talking about her is making his skin prickle. ]
That's enough, Megumi.
[ He gives no indication what it was to make him so ornery about this subject. He could talk about her illness and how she passed, maybe even reflect on the good memories but.. he's tried to forget it all and pretend he's been nothing but miserable his whole life; not any kind of area of happiness that could have been taken from him.
Toji falls silent, then resumes eating. ]
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He was wanting to give things a chance, but unsurprisingly they are one step forward and two steps back. What was starting to feel like a calm space he could ease up in was now tense, and even if he made this food earnestly, it's hard to enjoy it in this strained atmosphere.
There's a momentary surprise, a flicker of some fear. Even if he was close to being killed by this man once before, he doesn't think he's ever seen him truly angry. It's just a bit scary. ]
... Okay. [ So he withdraws back into himself, the look on his face falling back into a listless, stoic expression, and numbs any curiousity or desire for a connection he might have been feeling just seconds before.
He won't ask again. ]