Kisa's words stunned Miyume out of her tears for the moment. They didn't stop completely but they slowed, at least. Miyume wiped her eyes with the back of her hand in a rather ineffective gesture. Now it was her turn to be the confused one. It wasn't as if Miyume had been completely blameless throughout the events that had led up to this. She'd certainly been a willing participant in all those texts and dates, after all.

"I didn't know what to do," she admitted in a quiet, subdued tone. "No one's ever pursued me or taken an interest in me like that before. My mother taught me some things but it's different when it's happening. It's hard to think clearly."

She sniffled.

"Then there was everything with the shinmen, I just kept getting sicker, and he wouldn't give me any space. It felt like I couldn't breathe and things just kept piling up more and more. Kuroe-san, my neighbor, has been really sweet and a great help but..."

Miyume trailed off, glancing at her walker once then quickly away again.

"It's a lot to deal with," she finished sheepishly.