[Naruhodou gives no response, quietly nodding to Asougi's words as he continued inside. He mind felt numb. Did that whole exchange even happened? As he cleans, he stops at one point, looking to the hand that had held onto Asougi's arm. He's startled to see dried blood that had flaked off. It wasn't much, but it was enough to screw with his head. The smell, the image was in his mind, he had to stop and press his other hand over his mouth.
How bad could things have really gone tonight had Asougi been seriously injured, or worse not even return? The air around him thins, almost like the air was being sucked away. He shuts his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Was it always going to be like this for him? Worrying constantly over Asougi? It's awful and he knows this isn't healthy either, obsessing over this. And somewhere deep down, he feels guilty, that he's practically been dictating what his friend can or can't do since he arrived, over his own selfish desire to keep his friend safe.
He lowers a shaking hand, letting out some air as he finishes cleaning, like that moment hadn't even occured. As he stands with the tray of mess, he shuts the front the door. He's got a lot on his plate, literally and figuratively. Wagahai follows Naruhodou into the kitchen, brushing up against his legs as he washed the dishes at the sink.]
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How bad could things have really gone tonight had Asougi been seriously injured, or worse not even return? The air around him thins, almost like the air was being sucked away. He shuts his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Was it always going to be like this for him? Worrying constantly over Asougi? It's awful and he knows this isn't healthy either, obsessing over this. And somewhere deep down, he feels guilty, that he's practically been dictating what his friend can or can't do since he arrived, over his own selfish desire to keep his friend safe.
He lowers a shaking hand, letting out some air as he finishes cleaning, like that moment hadn't even occured. As he stands with the tray of mess, he shuts the front the door. He's got a lot on his plate, literally and figuratively. Wagahai follows Naruhodou into the kitchen, brushing up against his legs as he washed the dishes at the sink.]