[Ryou's tail, which was still nervously curled around one of the legs of his chair, finally unwinds itself and whips from side to side in agitation, the tip lighting up orange and not fading this time.]

It's not that I don't trust you, I really don't remember it that way! I don't...remember very much, because the song was in my head! If you--

[Ryou realizes pretty quickly that he's losing his composure, and raising his voice. That's uncalled for, especially towards a guest. Towards someone who was offering him sympathy. So, he tries to calm himself down, not even realizing that his hair's gone wispy, floating and fluffing up as his shadowy aura began to extend outwards in defensiveness.

No. He has to be calm, even if this feeling, this very familiar, sickening feeling that twists his insides, is starting to get worse.

(his neck hurts

why does it hurt?)

Calm. Calm. The aura recedes, and Ryou's hair ceases to float airlessly about his face and shoulders.]

...I-if you saw something that I might not have remembered, then....I should hear it. I'd like to. Please.