[his brow knits a moment. Those first words are wonderful, those words, those touches to his hair (still falling back into its curls)... those are exactly what he needs right now. But, but...
...if not just yet, then when? After all, people always leave. If not right after then soon enough - whether he sees them off at the door, or they steal away in the early hours,while they think he is sleeping. Even with Xanthe, even in those rosy winter days, one of them had always had to leave first, lest they both be found out.
But it's selfish. He knows, he knows, and he knows that it wasn't what Dazai meant.]
There are others - from your home.
[no yawn to undermine his words, but tiredness runs them together a little. Chuuya and Atsushi - from the same Yokohama as Dazai. Surely it makes sense that they all look out for each other. Who is Linneus to stand against the connections Dazai has from his home world?]
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...if not just yet, then when? After all, people always leave. If not right after then soon enough - whether he sees them off at the door, or they steal away in the early hours,while they think he is sleeping. Even with Xanthe, even in those rosy winter days, one of them had always had to leave first, lest they both be found out.
But it's selfish. He knows, he knows, and he knows that it wasn't what Dazai meant.]
There are others - from your home.
[no yawn to undermine his words, but tiredness runs them together a little. Chuuya and Atsushi - from the same Yokohama as Dazai. Surely it makes sense that they all look out for each other. Who is Linneus to stand against the connections Dazai has from his home world?]