“…There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Hakuba-san. I’ve never exactly been alright. I’m just very good at hiding and ignoring it. There’s no point in dwelling on the unhappy moments, is there? And yet… it’s all I ever think about.”
"Ah…” Hakuba tilted his head, regarding her with concern as he prepared the aforementioned drinks. Large spheres of ice, a double shot of scotch in each. “I must confess that I understand that all too well. ’Keep Calm, Carry On’ they say, pushing away the nightmares to get through another day but… those moments seem to have a way of lingering all too frequently."
He offered one of the glasses to her, and took a seat on the nearby armchair. "Unless we manage to sort through it, they’ll continue to cling.”