[ There's a soft laugh from him at the idea of him having sense. It's a reaction to both the light but pleasant sentiment they're treading on now as much as it is to the words themselves. Yeah, that's the story of his life, isn't it — relying on others so he doesn't fuck up as bad as he's capable of.
This really could've been so much worse. He needs to never do it again — and the fact that Misa reinitiates that closeness as soon as he's given her a real chance to get away just confirms it. There's a warmth to that, not at all dissimilar from what he'd felt at the party she'd set up, when she'd ended up confiding in him deeper.
The question of how she knew his birth name still hangs over his head some, but... that's an issue for later. Or not at all, if things can keep going on like this instead. This — all of this — is so much more important. ]
Right.
[ He really means it. As tried and true a method this has been for him to escape from reality when things get to be too much, it's. He really can't do that anymore. It's not fair to the people who care about him, and turns out he has that. Not that he's never had that before, but it's more inescapable now. And this is one instinct of his he might actually be able to fight off, so.
His jovial nature dips for a second, turns solemn as he adds on, ] Thank you.
[ For... too many things to say, really, but he figures she gets them. So, not wanting to let things get low again, he heaves a long exhale, really feeling the abuse he's put his body through over the past several days now. ]
Think I need a nap. And some food. And a shower. And... a lot of things, actually. [ Yeah, that's all on him. ] I'm gonna... I'll figure it out when we get back. Probably a nap first.
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This really could've been so much worse. He needs to never do it again — and the fact that Misa reinitiates that closeness as soon as he's given her a real chance to get away just confirms it. There's a warmth to that, not at all dissimilar from what he'd felt at the party she'd set up, when she'd ended up confiding in him deeper.
The question of how she knew his birth name still hangs over his head some, but... that's an issue for later. Or not at all, if things can keep going on like this instead. This — all of this — is so much more important. ]
Right.
[ He really means it. As tried and true a method this has been for him to escape from reality when things get to be too much, it's. He really can't do that anymore. It's not fair to the people who care about him, and turns out he has that. Not that he's never had that before, but it's more inescapable now. And this is one instinct of his he might actually be able to fight off, so.
His jovial nature dips for a second, turns solemn as he adds on, ] Thank you.
[ For... too many things to say, really, but he figures she gets them. So, not wanting to let things get low again, he heaves a long exhale, really feeling the abuse he's put his body through over the past several days now. ]
Think I need a nap. And some food. And a shower. And... a lot of things, actually. [ Yeah, that's all on him. ] I'm gonna... I'll figure it out when we get back. Probably a nap first.
[ And then he can go from there. ]