[Later he'll wonder if Sara had told Ranger previously. Now, though...]

He never did like it when things didn't go his way... [He'd do that thing where he'd pretend it didn't bother him, chirpy and chipper as ever, but Shin'd still Know, because Midori would make sure he'd know... He feels sick just thinking about it again, panting, that panting making his throat hurt, making it worse, dragging his hands in the blanket tight enough his fingers shake, trying for air. This was a bad idea...] Just.... one big... ball of desires.

[Like a five year old. Feels like he shouldn't be thinking that the moment he does but, no, he will. Shin looked up to him for so long, but he really was one under all that, wasn't he? One that could do all sorts of things to people to get what he wanted.

So maybe, in that way, he and Sara aren't that different, planning or no planning.]

Better than nothing.

[It's a flat rasp. Numb. How many times, and Shin just doesn't remember? When did he start wearing scarves?]

Ahaha, you think I stuck around to check?

[Maybe it would have been better if she'd ran... but probably not. He'd been the one with tail tucked away, to so put it.

She'd still been talking, rambling. Shin hadn't been inclined to listen to much more of it.]