[He doesn't know why he's having such a strong reaction himself; it's like the shock of being suddenly plunged into ice water when he'd been slowly easing into it bit by bit. Everything just seizes up.
Somehow, the discomfort is worse.]
...Okay.
[He can't think about anything, his head's a fuzz, emotions popping and sizzling into nothing, hand falling to his side. Between one blink and the next, Rantaro is gone. His back hurts... his chest hurts...]
Okay.
[He watches a shadow fail to form, blankly, cold fingers around his neck making it hard to swallow. He didn't even get to tell Rantaro about the lantern... it's small, miserable, and the closest thing he has to a coherent thought, so it keeps looping. He doesn't want to be here anymore.
He wanders in a daze for the rest of the day, until something snaps his dislocated name back into alignment, or simple sleep turns it off and on again.]
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Somehow, the discomfort is worse.]
...Okay.
[He can't think about anything, his head's a fuzz, emotions popping and sizzling into nothing, hand falling to his side. Between one blink and the next, Rantaro is gone. His back hurts... his chest hurts...]
Okay.
[He watches a shadow fail to form, blankly, cold fingers around his neck making it hard to swallow. He didn't even get to tell Rantaro about the lantern... it's small, miserable, and the closest thing he has to a coherent thought, so it keeps looping. He doesn't want to be here anymore.
He wanders in a daze for the rest of the day, until something snaps his dislocated name back into alignment, or simple sleep turns it off and on again.]