[ In answer the shower goes silent and a towel finds it's way upon Linneus' skin, draped around him like a veil, with no further prompting or explanation needed. He understands in such a way that there's no point in saying so nor a need for either of them to acknowledge it.
Dazai has his own settled over one shoulder, plenty large enough to dry himself off. But that's hardly a concern when he can feel Linneus begin to break, like a glass that he's always known has been held too tightly, splintering in his grip in warning before the final shatter comes. ]
Should I carry you?
[ Arms are already around him, steadying and present without the slightest hint that they expect anything, one way or another. Dazai is merely here, as Linneus has been for him- time and time again, without question or demands.
It's not fair and it's not balanced how he reciprocates all that care. But it isn't nothing, and Dazai refuses to leave him, no matter the outcome. ]
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Dazai has his own settled over one shoulder, plenty large enough to dry himself off. But that's hardly a concern when he can feel Linneus begin to break, like a glass that he's always known has been held too tightly, splintering in his grip in warning before the final shatter comes. ]
Should I carry you?
[ Arms are already around him, steadying and present without the slightest hint that they expect anything, one way or another. Dazai is merely here, as Linneus has been for him- time and time again, without question or demands.
It's not fair and it's not balanced how he reciprocates all that care. But it isn't nothing, and Dazai refuses to leave him, no matter the outcome. ]