"Oh..." His own cheeks redden beneath the remnants of his prior tears. His eyes slide away from looking at Kise, hand slipping away, now rolling the drink between his hands. The sounds of the crinkling of plastic fill the air.

"Thank you for giving me a part of yourself, Kise." Kuroko drops the honorific for once, but his words feel like lead in his mouth. Kise deserves so much better than someone who can't respond in kind to the endless amount of love he has to give, the quiet and steady devotion he's realized permeated their interactions since his first confession nearly a year ago. "I'm sorry that I can't..."