[ it's not really a bad thing, what he'd just been told. if anything, he's really happy for kondou-san... but he wonders how much of that he truly believes in. ah, well. he supposes he'll worry about that when he wakes up next time, which isn't going to be too far from now considering the rude train wreck that will greet them hours later.
for now, he'll lie on his side of the bed and take comfort in sharing it with his closest friend. ]
Good night, Hajime-kun. [ a beat. ] ... Thank you for the haori.
[He may lie on his side of the bed now, but there's no doubt in Saitou's mind that in a few or in many hours, he'll be waking up with Souji sprawled halfway into Saitou's own personal space. Feet in his side and arms draped across whatever part of him is closest and -
And even expecting that, he can't really bring himself to mind.]
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[ and will you look at that. his hair isn't as wet as it used to be. did that much time already pass? ]
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[#lifewithsouji]
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[ and that's all he has to say for himself.
he finally stands up and heads for saitou's bed this time, asks the same question from earlier. ] Shall we go back to sleep?
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[It's a moment before he stands up and follows; despite all the sleep they just got, the news he woke up to is hanging over him like a weight.
Maybe it'll have the courtesy to let him go until he wakes up again, at least.
Maybe.]
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for now, he'll lie on his side of the bed and take comfort in sharing it with his closest friend. ]
Good night, Hajime-kun. [ a beat. ] ... Thank you for the haori.
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And even expecting that, he can't really bring himself to mind.]
You're welcome.