[It's warm. Shinjiro's only distantly aware of it, that spot of warmth on his back, but all the same it keeps him grounded as he empties himself out, a lightning rod to direct all the intense destructive energy into so it disperses safely. Eventually, the shaking does stop. The last of his tears drip from his cheeks and the cool sting of air against them stirs him back into the present. He rubs at his face, to get himself back together.
Some of the embarrassment of before does filter in now, but it doesn't feel hot and sharp inside him. There's almost a sort of affection in it, like the way he feels when Aki goes on about dawn runs or protein powder on his boiled chicken. He wonders when this man became such a fixture in his life, someone he could trust enough to come for him when he's in trouble, to see him unraveled like this. He wonders when it was that he became able to accept that feeling without being terrified of it.
He lifts his head, finally, sort of half-looking at Dolph over his shoulder.]
...Sorry. Thanks. I'm okay. Let's -- get out of here, huh?
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shall we wrap?
Some of the embarrassment of before does filter in now, but it doesn't feel hot and sharp inside him. There's almost a sort of affection in it, like the way he feels when Aki goes on about dawn runs or protein powder on his boiled chicken. He wonders when this man became such a fixture in his life, someone he could trust enough to come for him when he's in trouble, to see him unraveled like this. He wonders when it was that he became able to accept that feeling without being terrified of it.
He lifts his head, finally, sort of half-looking at Dolph over his shoulder.]
...Sorry. Thanks. I'm okay. Let's -- get out of here, huh?
no subject
Yeah. There's no need to stay here.