When it's clear Haruka isn't moving, at least for the moment, Michiru steps closer still.

"I was only ever trying to do the right thing."

Her hand moves to cover Haruka's, and she makes an attempt at pulling it away from the wall. This isn't a touch that's meant to soothe either of them, even if she selfishly wishes that it could; right now, she's curling her fingers around Haruka's with a more practical purpose in mind.

Her eyes are focused elsewhere as she continues:

"I wonder... Do you hate me for it?"

The word feels uncomfortable on her tongue, and she hesitates, just barely, as it leaves her mouth.

The breath she takes to steady herself is shaky.