He’d curled up on the opposite end of the backseat, wedged on the floorboard, much the way Ziggy had been that day. “I thought it might, but everything feels... it feels MORE. Just... just MORE! It’s HARD and I don’t know how you even DEAL WITH THIS EVERY SINGLE DAY...”

Ziggy’s voice softened. Minoru’s did too.

“...this is what you feel like every day, isn’t it...” he looked up tentatively, toward the Anthean currently burying his head in his knees.

Even the sadness seemed to be more intense - like being choked, if not outright suffocated. He didn’t even realize he was crying until he felt his eyes sting.

“I’m sorry... I’m not trying to... I just...”