[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.]
[Chances, huh. Shinjiro's...worn out on chances, he thinks. Each new failure wears on his soul like razor wire. He nods from his awkward position in the man's arms, eyes still closed.]
Makes sense. You got a lot of 'em to catch up on, yeah?
[What with Eden's whole...everything. Shinjiro's quiet for the rest of the trip, after that. Even after his feet are taken care of properly at the clinic, he can't quite summon up the energy to go on his way or do much more than free up the bed for others who will need it. He leans up against a windowsill in the lobby, staring out at the chaos in the streets and the tattoo that's marked his wrists.
He's lost track of Laserhawk's presence entirely, some part of him having assumed the man has long since left. If there are footsteps nearby, he doesn't process them.]
[ dolph isn't in the habit of dropping people at the clinic and waltzing off. he doesn't do it to strangers and he's hardly going to do it to shinji, especially since shinji made the hard call of asking for help. ]
[It's almost a joke, like trying to meet halfway. He's grateful, he really is, it's just ... difficult. Six months out, he still struggles to want the air that's been returned to his lungs. Especially at times like these.]
[This feels like the establishment of something, in a way Shinjiro’s not quite sure what to do with. He feels like he should try harder to convince Laserhawk it’s a bad idea, to somehow push him to leave and properly write him off.
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So you're just gonna waste time hanging out with some miserable asshole in a magic hospital, huh?
[The moment hangs for what seems like an eternity, and then something just … gives. It’s not quite a smile, but it’s softer perhaps than the man before him would have ever seen. At peace with this one thing, maybe.]
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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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I don't want to miss chances by vacillating about my words. Or my feelings.
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Makes sense. You got a lot of 'em to catch up on, yeah?
[What with Eden's whole...everything. Shinjiro's quiet for the rest of the trip, after that. Even after his feet are taken care of properly at the clinic, he can't quite summon up the energy to go on his way or do much more than free up the bed for others who will need it. He leans up against a windowsill in the lobby, staring out at the chaos in the streets and the tattoo that's marked his wrists.
He's lost track of Laserhawk's presence entirely, some part of him having assumed the man has long since left. If there are footsteps nearby, he doesn't process them.]
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You awake?
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...Yeah. Good as new, or something.
[He doesn't exactly sound happy about it, though.]
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[ c'mon man. ]
cw reference to suicidal feelings
[It's almost a joke, like trying to meet halfway. He's grateful, he really is, it's just ... difficult. Six months out, he still struggles to want the air that's been returned to his lungs. Especially at times like these.]
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But that's fine too.
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[Look at that, two entire quasi-jokes. Whomst is he.]
...I can make my own way home, y'know. You don't gotta sit around and wait for me.
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I know I don't.
I don't do anything I don't want to.
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It has nothing to do with need.
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I'm shit company.
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Wow, what a surprise.
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So you're just gonna waste time hanging out with some miserable asshole in a magic hospital, huh?
[The moment hangs for what seems like an eternity, and then something just … gives. It’s not quite a smile, but it’s softer perhaps than the man before him would have ever seen. At peace with this one thing, maybe.]
…Alright.
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shall we wrap?
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