[Ogata is quiet for a lonng time. Thinking. That feels like such a vague answer. Just a feeling? About what? What sort of feeling? Does Alex even know? He pauses, because he’s trying. Attempting to understand. It’s not something he’s used to really attempting, but, well, if all these weird kids are, he might as well try, too.
When he actually really thinks about it, it’s not actually entirely unfamiliar. He always finds some justification after the fact, but he’s acted on a feeling, he supposes. Underlying motives not fully realized. Whims. If that’s what this is, it’s a poor one. But isn’t that what teenagers are supposed to do?]
You’re what? [He pauses again, briefly, before adding, thinking perhaps it might help.] I’m trying to understand.
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When he actually really thinks about it, it’s not actually entirely unfamiliar. He always finds some justification after the fact, but he’s acted on a feeling, he supposes. Underlying motives not fully realized. Whims. If that’s what this is, it’s a poor one. But isn’t that what teenagers are supposed to do?]
You’re what? [He pauses again, briefly, before adding, thinking perhaps it might help.] I’m trying to understand.