[ The lack of response takes the wind out of Noiz's sails. He sinks back down against the upholstery, knees knocking together and chin pulled down as he looks up steadily at Kouta.

He isn't lying. Noiz can tell that much. After another pause he answers, words coming slowly. ]

Yeah. Of course it does. [ Frowning, Noiz pulls his legs closer to himself. ] It means I'm not normal. I'm messed up. And it means I hurt people because I don't know what it's like.