[That's not the question Raidou is expecting. Is anyone? He hasn't brought it up to Yuji yet - he's too ashamed too, and figured he can save him for last. Dan Heng would be next, then.
He doesn't know how to answer this.]
No... one's... um. I'm not sure what anyone else could do. I need to... [He trails off, because he doesn't know what the answer to that is, either. A break in the past had helped, but he can't keep doing that. There is too much to be done. When he stood aside to let the others fight, he felt like a coward. But these mission battles aren't good for him, either. Not with all of the issues he has piling up for months now.
I tried hard to maintain a confident, dignified air as he entered, but it's degrading quickly, looking more and more like the lost teenager he is. His voice is almost a whisper, as if said to himself.]
[ it’s easy, sometimes, to forget how young Raidou is. he’s no older than yuji, than nyuu, than denji or bakugo or, ha, even sonic. a year is a long time to live and yet nothing at all, but choso has had 150 prior to understand who and what he is on his own.
he thinks of a man with red hair in a train tunnel, directing him away from twisted steel. he thinks of bakugo, pulling him down to sit in the grass while castle bran burned in the distance. alone he thought he was strong enough, but it took those guiding hands then to show him how lost he was. ]
Well, then, let’s talk. We will figure it out together.
[ so choso reaches out with his right this time, fingertips at Raidou’s elbow as if to urge him along, nudging him gently toward the comfort of a neatly-made bed. ]
We have water, and bottled tea, and senbei. I will get you some.
Ah... [It's almost a noise of protest, but Raidou lets him self be led, and he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. It's natural for him to want to resist, to say he doesn't want to be a bother. But where has that been getting him? Slowly, he's learning.]
Thank you. It's just. I'm not good at-- talking. I'm sure you know.
[Especially about his own feelings. Hard to verbalize things you don't quite understand.]
but in the meanwhile, there choso goes, stepping over and around the puttering roombas so he may rummage through the desk. he produces a green bottle of Something and a crinkled plastic packet in short order, returning with this grand stash to hold both out in his one hand, fingers curled around the bottle’s neck with the packet’s corner pinches between his knuckles. ]
Here. Eating something will help. Have you been sleeping as of late?
[Raidou gingerly takes the items from his hand, setting the crackers aside to open the bottle. He really should eat, but... maybe in a bit.]
Um. Not... well. It's hard to stay asleep.
[With that switch flipped into flight mode, of course he can't stay asleep well. He sleeps better when Yuji is there, but that's too embarrassing to admit out loud. The idea makes him feel a bit spoiled, too.]
It's-- LILITH said there may have been problems with the last sim. I spent awhile in it and felt fine. Maybe it's that. I don't know.
[It's definitely a part of it.]
I don't know how anyone gets adequate rest around here.
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[That's not the question Raidou is expecting. Is anyone? He hasn't brought it up to Yuji yet - he's too ashamed too, and figured he can save him for last. Dan Heng would be next, then.
He doesn't know how to answer this.]
No... one's... um. I'm not sure what anyone else could do. I need to... [He trails off, because he doesn't know what the answer to that is, either. A break in the past had helped, but he can't keep doing that. There is too much to be done. When he stood aside to let the others fight, he felt like a coward. But these mission battles aren't good for him, either. Not with all of the issues he has piling up for months now.
I tried hard to maintain a confident, dignified air as he entered, but it's degrading quickly, looking more and more like the lost teenager he is. His voice is almost a whisper, as if said to himself.]
I need to figure it out. Somehow.
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he thinks of a man with red hair in a train tunnel, directing him away from twisted steel. he thinks of bakugo, pulling him down to sit in the grass while castle bran burned in the distance. alone he thought he was strong enough, but it took those guiding hands then to show him how lost he was. ]
Well, then, let’s talk. We will figure it out together.
[ so choso reaches out with his right this time, fingertips at Raidou’s elbow as if to urge him along, nudging him gently toward the comfort of a neatly-made bed. ]
We have water, and bottled tea, and senbei. I will get you some.
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Thank you. It's just. I'm not good at-- talking. I'm sure you know.
[Especially about his own feelings. Hard to verbalize things you don't quite understand.]
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[ as much time as LILITH allows, at least.
but in the meanwhile, there choso goes, stepping over and around the puttering roombas so he may rummage through the desk. he produces a green bottle of Something and a crinkled plastic packet in short order, returning with this grand stash to hold both out in his one hand, fingers curled around the bottle’s neck with the packet’s corner pinches between his knuckles. ]
Here. Eating something will help. Have you been sleeping as of late?
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Um. Not... well. It's hard to stay asleep.
[With that switch flipped into flight mode, of course he can't stay asleep well. He sleeps better when Yuji is there, but that's too embarrassing to admit out loud. The idea makes him feel a bit spoiled, too.]
It's-- LILITH said there may have been problems with the last sim. I spent awhile in it and felt fine. Maybe it's that. I don't know.
[It's definitely a part of it.]
I don't know how anyone gets adequate rest around here.