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[pheasantboy]

[God, he sounds so... pleasant.]

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Goro Akechi. fogbornphantom
Ren Amamiya. willowandoak

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[flightpen]

[ He doesn't stir until Akechi is gone, at which point his face falls even further, a feat Shrike might have believed to be impossible. ] Oh...

[ God, his voice is wrecked. He blinks at Shrike, trying to clear his vision. Trying to think, and not doing very well at that one. This is so humiliating. ] Okay.

[ He sounds like a frog. With shaking hands, he picks up the bottle and opens it. He doesn't intend to drink much, but once he's started, some instinct takes over, and before he knows what's happened he's downed half the bottle. When he finally puts it down, gasping for breath, he feels... a little better. He didn't notice he was thirsty, before. ]

Um. Sorry for the. [ The inconvenience, he means, except he doesn't have the energy or the voice to finish the sentence. Did Akechi call Shrike? ...That's a stupid question. He must have, right? ]

[paysforall]

Don't you dare say 'trouble.' Do you need help sitting up?

[The hand he extends to Ren is in a black glove, with a red inner lining, palm and fingers. Outside the Metaverse, it's the kind of thing that must have been special ordered.]

I brought drinks, pain medication, and ramen. You don't have to talk about it if you aren't ready to.

[If he wants to talk, he can. Shrike is pretty sure he will, eventually, so he's not going to push it right now.]

[pheasantboy]

[And Sparrow's back with the washcloth. He stops in the door, to be sure his renewed presence won't distress Ren further.]

[flightpen]

[ It's not that Akechi's presence isn't distressing. It's more that if Akechi leaves, that's somehow even worse. Especially if Ren chases him off, if Ren makes him feel like everyone else in this fucking place does apparently— So the look he gives Akechi is complicated, and exhausted, but it contains a thread of hope that Akechi will come back.

Then he takes Shrike's hand and uses it to pull himself upright, so he's not leaning against the armchair anymore. ] Thanks.

[ He noticed the gloves before, but he was scared to ask then and he doesn't have the energy now. Fuck, he's thirsty. He picks up the bottle of Crocodaid and downs the rest of it. ]

[pheasantboy]

[But it's such a relief. As long as Ren doesn't collapse at the sight of Akechi, and is calmer, and even talking, maybe they can get somewhere—ideally to Ren being asleep in bed.

With a faint hope in his own eyes, he fetches another couple of bottles from the kitchen before he returns, to give the warm, damp washcloth to Ren.]

Here you are.

[But it's better if he's not right in Ren's line of sight, surely. Setting the drinks down, he steps aside, so he's there, but not too close. Not in the way.]

[paysforall]

Grab the pain meds too, would you?

[Letting Sparrow be productive and feel like he's helping even when he clearly doesn't know what to do here - win-win situation. He turns more towards Ren and adds, ]

Because if you don't have a headache now, you will within a half an hour, and better to get going on relieving it now.

[It sounds like the voice of experience.]

[flightpen]

[ He does have a headache now, which just makes him wonder what it'll be like in half an hour. Not to mention the sore throat from all the screaming. ...He kind of wants to do that again, though. The screaming, anyway. Not all the crying afterwards. But maybe he can go somewhere else in a few days, when his throat is less fucked, and just scream.

Right now, he just takes the cloth and tries to clean his face. His skin feels puffy and sensitive; the slight friction of the cloth is almost painful. But he feels less disgusting afterwards. ]

I was gonna say inconvenience. Earlier. [ And that's all he can get out, but at least he did it. He pulls one of the new bottles close. ]

[pheasantboy]

[Coming back from the kitchen, he sets down a bottle of painkillers before stepping back from the picture again. He'll keep an eye on what Ren takes—not that it will do much good when he has to leave again. Still, he is just next door.

He keeps watching and listening. As if Ren could ever be an inconvenience. But can it really be just decompression from being alone? Surely Ren is often alone at home? Why didn't he scream there?

Did he scream there? What if he did, and Akechi and the others had no idea?]

[paysforall]

[Unfortunately, someone didn't tell him about the screaming, or he would have brought something for that, too. Honey can only help in your condition, Ren.]

That counts.

[Shrike straightens up, taking a chance to give Sparrow a look-over. His more innocent self still looks at a loss, as much a confused animal as anything.]

The only real inconvenience was trying to carry so much ramen broth without spilling any, and I won't accept apologies for that.

[flightpen]

[ Ren scans the directions on the bottle—two pills every six hours—and taps four pills out into his hand, swallowing them with a mouthful of Crocodaid. Why did Shrike bring an excess of ramen...? Is Ren even hungry? He can't tell. The idea of eating doesn't seem as ridiculous as it did half an hour ago, anyway, which is... good? Probably.

He looks up at Akechi—his own Akechi, even if he's someone else now—god, no, Ren can't think about that anymore or he'll lose his mind for real. ] Thanks. For the. [ He indicates everything Akechi's brought over to him, the growing pile of post-breakdown accoutrements. ] You don't have to hide.

[pheasantboy]

[He blinks, startled out of his train of thought—mainly at this point about what Shrike is thinking, and what he sees when he looks at the two of them. The way he seems to wake from a dream might be painfully familiar.] Oh.

[But okay, he'll come a little closer, and semi-crouch in turn. You're feeling better seems factually inaccurate, so he doesn't say it.]

I'm not hiding. I just thought you might be a little more comfortable. Is there anything else you need? [Bereft of any constructive contribution, and emotionally unaware at the best of times, fetching and carrying for Ren is something he's happy to do. People like gifts, after all.]

[flightpen]

[ But Ren reaches out, leaning forward to grab Akechi's wrist. ] Stop leaving.

[ Then his eyes widen, and he lets go like Akechi's skin burns him. ] Sorry. I'm sorry. You can— [ You can leave if you want, he intends to say, but his voice gives out again. ]

[pheasantboy]

[But Akechi's eyes widen wonderingly, as the hand closes around his wrist. He looks down just in time for the wonder to dim as Ren recoils and starts to disintegrate.]

Hey. [He doesn't try to touch; better not to repeat any errors today.] Of course I'll stay. If you don't want me to leave right now, why would I?

[Something about that reaction tells him I'll stay if you want me to would be poor wording. He thought Ren wanted him to leave. But it isn't like that at all, is it?]

[flightpen]

[ Ren just shakes his head, curling in on himself. He can't explain to Akechi why Akechi should hate him because Akechi will just turn into a blank-eyed doll, and even if he could, he doesn't know if he would have the strength to say the words. ]

[paysforall]

[Well, they're definitely having a moment, aren't they. Shrike takes the chance to grab Ren's empty bottle and set it to the side.]

...If the past and the future are both too much, it's okay to just live in the moment right now. Coming here is a big adjustment at the best of times.

[Which Ren was very much not having, no matter how much the rest of of the world might have seen them as such.]

[pheasantboy]

[He looks around just long enough for the inarticulate little voice singing he wants me, he needs me to quiet. The two of them aren't the only ones who've been brought somewhere strange, after all. In fact, is it just him who remembers only one such event?]

And you'd know about that, right? Having been taken somewhere else before, as you were.

[As he said in the kitchen. He tries to meet Shrike's eye, too—because if there's one thing he'd swear he knows about Ren, it's that he's always been a listener.]

[flightpen]

[ He lifts his head a little and watches Shrike. A bit of clarity returns to his eyes. This is the first he's heard about Shrike going somewhere else before this, and, as Akechi is counting on, Ren is always ready to listen to people, even now. Perhaps especially now. ]

[paysforall]

[He chuckles, a little bitterly.]

It's quite a bit easier to adjust to here than it was to the place I was before this. I suppose this is easy mode for you guys.

[It would take a miracle for Sparrow to survive two days of the Game, the real one rather than the sanitized version Reaper has presented him with so far. Of course, that's exactly what people said about the Twisters - those miracle cases, if they don't fizzle out immediately, are destined to shake things up.

As for Ren, in this state... Well. If someone were to ask Shrike, in such terms, he thinks a few days with an Entry Fee taking that guilt away so that Ren can think clearly would probably benefit him. But it's not his call to make even if he did have the power - and even if he did, an Entry Fee is still something you agree to. That which you value most, in exchange for a chance to try to get back to where you belong.]

I'll tell you about it some other time, I think. For now in the present moment, the ramen hasn't been in the fridge long enough to get cold, if you want to try some of the broth.

[pheasantboy]

[That seems fair enough, though Sparrow still can't help being curious. He nods in reply.] That's fair enough.

What do you think, Ren? [Turning back to the centre of his world—as he was even before that world changed, for good or ill.] Could you drink some broth, at least?

[flightpen]

[ He feels like he should be starting to get annoyed at the coddling. Or impatient, at least? But he's exhausted, and instead of being annoying, it's—nice. That people can see him right now. That Akechi can see him.

It's because he feels grateful for it, in a pathetic, clinging to their hems and begging kind of way, that he agrees to the broth. ] Okay.

skitters in like my sleep schedule isn't a total wreck

[paysforall]

I'll get it.

[Because you guys need to figure out what kind of eyeballs you're making at each other and it'll be awkward for him for a minute. Shrike ducks out of view into the kitchen.

Broth first - still warm as expected, it's only been in the fridge for a little while. He doesn't dress it up - there's more than enough broth for two or three bowls in each of the two containers he brought, a mugful won't make that much of a difference.]

[pheasantboy]

[He thanks Shrike quietly as he leaves, but then turns all his attention on Ren. If only he was the sort who could pull him close to comfort him—yes, like Ann. That seems like it would be so nice. And useful, just about now.]

You don't have to talk about it. If you're feeling better, perhaps bed would be the best thing? I can stay. I don't mind.

[Or he can leave. It's just that, the last time he left, this happened.]

[flightpen]

[ He doesn't even know what kind of bed is waiting for him, though it can't be much worse than Leblanc's crate-futon. His limbs feel like they weigh forty pounds each, so he opens his mouth to say, yeah, bed sounds good after the broth. But what comes out is something else. ]

I'm so fucking tired.

[ His ruined voice cracks. He blinks away tears. He just got finished with that, he doesn't want to do it again— ]

[pheasantboy]

Hey. [Despite himself, he reaches out a tentative hand. Just to touch, nothing more.]

[flightpen]

[ He doesn't flinch this time, but he doesn't lean into the touch, either. Looking away, he wipes his eyes and starts speaking in a low voice, like he's in a confessional. ]

You were so... not even mad, just crushed. When I did—what I did. You'd spent weeks trying to make sure I didn't do it. You got in my face and demanded it. If you remembered any of that, you'd...

[ You'd hate me. You'd never want to comfort me. You'd love this. But even in this weird, floating exhaustion, he can't finish the sentence. ]