[the way he relaxes is reassuring - the lightness, somehow, in Dazai’s weight against him. Linneus won’t judge, and won’t lay him down with meaningless platitudes. Wouldn’t, even if he had it in him to do so. They can talk about this later, or they can not. It seems so often they talk about everything else, but if there are topics they can’t manage... that’s all right, too.
Right now, simple is better. There is time for the rest - there is time.]
Clothes, then.
[Dazai still is not dressed for bed - they can at least do that. Not that Linneus is exactly dressed himself, with the hem of his shirt pooling about his mid-thighs - but it’s large; he can pass it off as a nightshirt. Perhaps not so much on Dazai but he frees up a hand to reach for the clothing set, a little tilt of his head once it’s pulled closer. Let him return the favour?]
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Right now, simple is better. There is time for the rest - there is time.]
Clothes, then.
[Dazai still is not dressed for bed - they can at least do that. Not that Linneus is exactly dressed himself, with the hem of his shirt pooling about his mid-thighs - but it’s large; he can pass it off as a nightshirt. Perhaps not so much on Dazai but he frees up a hand to reach for the clothing set, a little tilt of his head once it’s pulled closer. Let him return the favour?]