[It's not your fault - he wants to yell it at the top of his lungs, but thankfully, he actually knows that it's not the time or the place to do it. He doesn't know how to console Haru or even make amends for the thing that he did; the last time he tried to make something like this happen, the rest of the track team wound up beating the shit out of him. Haru doesn't look like she would be the type to do that over her own sadness, so Ryuji stands up from the chair that's offered, and takes a step forward.

He measures the air between them, trying to figure out if it's alright to sit next to her, and if she looks like she'll have him, he'll try to take a stance that isn't adversarial to her own position.]

Haru...

[He needs to fix this. He opened the bandaid against skin that wasn't ready to be exposed again.]

Ren said that we should take the opportunity to tell people stuff like this since we're trained not to do it, even when it needs to be said. But. Uhm. I love you, y'know?

You shouldn't have to go through this. I'm sorry. I mean. Not just for what I did. But for how effed up the world is to put you through that pain.