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[pheasantboy]

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

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Ren Amamiya. willowandoak

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[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. ]

[pheasantboy]

[His hand rests on Ren's shoulder, ever so lightly; he's unsure what he's doing or if it helps. Rather than pull it back at once, he squeezes reassuringly, then lets go. This will be it, won't it? The mysterious reason Ren is hated?]

Ren. I couldn't ever hate you. No matter what you did, I'd try to understand. [That tumult of emotion outside Mementos, in Shido's Palace, locked inside him that last January and now down in his Shadow— it all might never have been.]

Please don't worry about this now. We're both here. And I have faith in us—together, we'll find a way to make this right.

[flightpen]

That's what Shrike said. Kind of. I deserve a chance to make it right. [ He glances briefly towards the kitchen, then sniffles. ] But there isn't anything. All I can do is, is not submit. What good does that do anyone?

[pheasantboy]

[This is so puzzling to him. But one thing's clear— there is a picture here, and he is going to make it come together. Yet if he understands too much, won't he just forget?]

Do you mind if I sit with you? I know you said I should hate you, but I don't. And my legs hurt. [Yes, it's a silly joke.]

[flightpen]

[ The joke doesn't make him look any less miserable, but after a second, he scoots over a bit to make room for Akechi. ]

[pheasantboy]

[So Akechi scoots into the place Ren left. He doesn't put his arm around him or anything awkward like that; he just sits there, arms touching, talking quietly.]

It sounds like you've endured something I can't begin to imagine. I suppose there's a reason for that. I'm trying not to think too hard about it, which is a little...

[Strange. Not how things should be. He should just walk away from it all. But how can he walk away when Ren needs him?]

But I think you should join me. Don't think about it. You've been fighting alone, but it's okay to rest, Ren. Just for tonight.

[flightpen]

[ Ren stares at the floor, turning the words over in his head as best he can manage. Exhaustion slows his thoughts, and as Shrike predicted, his headache is getting worse. He drinks some more Crocodaid. ]

...It sounds like a trap.

[ He doesn't know why. There's nothing wrong with what Akechi said, rationally. ]