[Just dying squirtle a little! Maybe if he closes his eyes it'll feel less weird than looking up at his face the whole way ??? he's giving it a shot anyway.]
[If someone else finishes it, he doubts it'll have anything to do with him. He simply failed, ultimately. Oda was simply way too fast, shot him and escaped before he could even summon Castor.
And what happened to Aki ... it'd been because of him, in a way. His friend struggling with -- grief, or guilt, or something, he doesn't know. They haven't exactly gotten to talk about it yet. Shinjiro's never exactly been the sort to wait at someone's bedside for them to come to, as it were.
He keeps all that to himself. You always think everyone has it easier than you. He doesn't have the energy to argue again.]
[Isn't so sure involving himself in things will ever end up more than a fool's errand, a mistake he keeps making over and over. He really doesn't want to fight again, though, so he adds, quickly:]
But I don't think these wishes come with take-backs, so...hell if I know. Nothing to do but try to make it worth it, somehow.
[He doesn't sound like he believes he'll succeed, though.]
Kind of, I guess. Put myself in the situation 'cause the wish was already made earlier. Tried to make it count. Failed again.
[Absolutely humiliating things to admit while being carried princess-style to a clinic, but dignity's long left the building, so what the fuck does it even matter anymore.]
[He hesitates, not quite sure he wants to air out what happened before with Aki, but knowing the wish wouldn't possibly make sense without that context.]
It's complicated.
[A long moment, and then he sighs.]
Friend of mine made a mistake. Had to set it right before it was too late.
[Even when they don't agree, or he feels unheard or misunderstood as he does sometimes, he knows that the man is nothing other than honest and upfront with him. He respects that. He always has.]
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...I guess. S'just -- real embarrassing...
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What matters more is you get healed up.
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[Just dying squirtle a little! Maybe if he closes his eyes it'll feel less weird than looking up at his face the whole way ??? he's giving it a shot anyway.]
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So what did you do?
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Fucked up. What else?
[He told Laserhawk the first time they met. Things don't go well when he tries to help. It keeps being true.]
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That's not what it looks like to me.
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Tch...it's been a shitshow from the top, man. I didn't plan on any of it.
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[ dolph's been in plenty of shitshows. here and back home. ]
Nothing works out perfectly.
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I'd settle for working out at all, I think.
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[ a pause as he amends, even gently. ]
We always want it to work out. . . . I know that feeling well.
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And what happened to Aki ... it'd been because of him, in a way. His friend struggling with -- grief, or guilt, or something, he doesn't know. They haven't exactly gotten to talk about it yet. Shinjiro's never exactly been the sort to wait at someone's bedside for them to come to, as it were.
He keeps all that to himself. You always think everyone has it easier than you. He doesn't have the energy to argue again.]
Yeah. It's exhausting.
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[ no question about it. no holding back in his answer. and yet. ]
And it's still worth it.
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....Not sure that's true with everyone.
[Isn't so sure involving himself in things will ever end up more than a fool's errand, a mistake he keeps making over and over. He really doesn't want to fight again, though, so he adds, quickly:]
But I don't think these wishes come with take-backs, so...hell if I know. Nothing to do but try to make it worth it, somehow.
[He doesn't sound like he believes he'll succeed, though.]
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[ he frowns. ]
Is that what happened?
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[Absolutely humiliating things to admit while being carried princess-style to a clinic, but dignity's long left the building, so what the fuck does it even matter anymore.]
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What did you wish for?
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It's complicated.
[A long moment, and then he sighs.]
Friend of mine made a mistake. Had to set it right before it was too late.
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All right. We can't deal with it right now. Getting you healed comes first.
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[He goes quiet again for a while, the only sound the noise of Laserhawk's footfalls as he walks. Eventually:]
...Thanks for coming.
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No strings. No explanation.
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[Quietly, but not hesitantly. His eyes remain firmly closed, but he adds:]
It's why I messaged you.
[An ever so faint emphasis on 'you', there and gone. Blink and you'll miss it.]
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As long as you believe it.
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[Even when they don't agree, or he feels unheard or misunderstood as he does sometimes, he knows that the man is nothing other than honest and upfront with him. He respects that. He always has.]
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cw reference to suicidal feelings
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shall we wrap?
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