[Being grabbed by three people at once is definitely a way to get him to stop. The can of spray paint he had been holding onto drops to the ground, rolling away down the hall. For a half-a-second he starts to fight being so aggressively stopped like that, but then he sees the words going up on the wall and it's like all the energy to fight has just left him.
He doesn't deserve this. Everyone's too good for him, he really doesn't deserve any of this.
But they're still here, despite everything.
Unless Silver keeps holding him up, Watanuki's legs will give out under him and he will just sink so this knees. He's not crying, but he is squeezing his eyes shut and biting down on his lip to keep from doing so. And even then, tears are starting to form at the corners of his eyes.]
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He doesn't deserve this. Everyone's too good for him, he really doesn't deserve any of this.
But they're still here, despite everything.
Unless Silver keeps holding him up, Watanuki's legs will give out under him and he will just sink so this knees. He's not crying, but he is squeezing his eyes shut and biting down on his lip to keep from doing so. And even then, tears are starting to form at the corners of his eyes.]