[he can be steady - even in a moment like this, he can. Gentle as he draws Dazai through the shirt, untucking the hair from his collar and tidying it across his face, then dragging the other half of Dazai’s set between them.]
Practically.
[his hands returning to himself a moment, brushing the material of the shirt over his legs. It doesn’t bother him, really - the only thing he might hesitate to have displayed might be the brand on his left heel, but his thoughts aren’t even extended that far.]
no subject
Practically.
[his hands returning to himself a moment, brushing the material of the shirt over his legs. It doesn’t bother him, really - the only thing he might hesitate to have displayed might be the brand on his left heel, but his thoughts aren’t even extended that far.]
But it’s enough.