[ "don't apologize," he wants to say, because tears are starting to flow from his eyes and staining leo's shirt in the process. he'd thought he'd seen leo at his lowest in the rough times they'd been together until this moment, cradling his mess of a self like his life now depends on it. and in a way it does; izumi is hardly the clingiest guy to anyone not name makoto yuuki, but he's already made a lot of exemptions to leo, so here it is. leo hadn't seen him cry before, now that he thinks about it.

but maybe it's high time he lets his guard down around leo now, in the privacy of their little apartment. slowly but surely he lets out one broken sob after another onto leo's chest, no longer caring that he's making a stupid mess on leo's shirt now. but he lets leo draw him much closer as he tightens his embrace around him, not willing to let go anymore. ]

It's... N-Not your fault. [ he manages to croak out after so much ugly sniveling, gross ] It was a nightmare. They said that th-the world was out to get us as usual, but...

[ no, it isn't fair to put the blame entirely on that place. it may only be a terrible dream, but they were both conscious of it in a way. they still have metaphorical blood on their hands.

after wiping his eyes on leo's shirt one last time, he sits up properly, cups leo's face in his hands and wipes his thumb over the other's eyes in case leo had started tearing up too. ]

...I'm sorry. I didn't-- I shouldn't have let go. In the first place, it was stupid of me to even do that.

[ like seriously, even he'd have the sense to hold on to leo even when arguing with him, knowing that the guy would just try to run run away... but it was izumi's turn to leave, and look where it had gotten them. ]