[His hands are still shaky; cleaned up to the elbow, to his pushed up sleeves. His clothes, beneath an overall almost like a surgical gown, are torn and dusty, but the clinging cover-up at least makes it possible to get to work.
He doesn’t pull away, but his eyes dart around the room-]
But...
[But... He could say so much - too much. He has to keep going, he is needed here, he needs...
He might have said it all; anything he could to brush off the concern, convince that he was fine burning himself out this way. Had it been someone who knew less of him, he might have.
Dazai has too much of an insight into him to let him get away with any of that, and the knowledge of that makes him say slightly]
...all right. There’s no need to carry me, I... I’ll come.
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He doesn’t pull away, but his eyes dart around the room-]
But...
[But... He could say so much - too much. He has to keep going, he is needed here, he needs...
He might have said it all; anything he could to brush off the concern, convince that he was fine burning himself out this way. Had it been someone who knew less of him, he might have.
Dazai has too much of an insight into him to let him get away with any of that, and the knowledge of that makes him say slightly]
...all right. There’s no need to carry me, I... I’ll come.