[He can talk to his doctor, sure, for all the good it will do. It's not an exact science, they keep telling him, like he doesn't know that very well. With one prescription, he sleeps too much; with another, he never does. Gains weight, loses it. Sometimes he functions just fine until he sees Kitazawa's ghost out of the corner of his eye. Sometimes they work until they just don't. Nothing fixes him.
Some things help. An overabundance of beer, cigarettes...the meaningless sex he used to have. Temporary band-aids that occasionally merely end up irritating the wound further. But this -
Eiri glances at the man beside him, a smile forming that's both teasing and relieved.] Sap. [Like he can talk. Like his heart doesn't feel a little fuller, despite the anxiety and chaos that clutches it, as he leans into Yokozawa so their arms, shoulders press together. He has so much to face outside that hotel window, and inside himself, but this - this helps.]
fluff came back with a vengeance
Some things help. An overabundance of beer, cigarettes...the meaningless sex he used to have. Temporary band-aids that occasionally merely end up irritating the wound further. But this -
Eiri glances at the man beside him, a smile forming that's both teasing and relieved.] Sap. [Like he can talk. Like his heart doesn't feel a little fuller, despite the anxiety and chaos that clutches it, as he leans into Yokozawa so their arms, shoulders press together. He has so much to face outside that hotel window, and inside himself, but this - this helps.]