He knows. He knows Dazai is tired, and probably freaking out, and probably wants to run as far as he fucking can and never look back, because existing is hard and feeling is hard, and life is hard. But that's the thing, isn't it?]
i'm at the beach. i can move. you don't have to worry so much, chuuya. you wanna come to my depression hole?
(it's terrifying, and he knows chuuya knows this. he knows dazai enough to know that feeling happy is at the same time something he wishes for, but something that petrifies him all the same. he's so happy (to the best of his abilities, anyway) he doesn't know what to do with himself. it'll end. and he'll be miserable again.)
[It says something, that Chuuya actually stops to consider if it's welcome or not. He has a good idea of why Dazai is hiding away, after all. And it says something about the recent intimacy between them that he--]
[Chuuya might have jogged some of the way to get their quicker, and Dazai probably felt the worry thrumming through their connection on the way there.
But seeing Dazai sitting on the beach settles some of that, even if it still simmers low in his gut. Dazai's usual tactic is to drown himself in something to muffle his brain with booze, drugs or pain, not... go sober. Either he'd hurt himself worse than usual, or he was in a worse headspace than Chuuya expected.
He settles into the sand next to Dazai, letting out a sigh.]
At least the beach is better than a hole in the mountains.
(it's annoying, to feel that worry. it doesn't help - he is already so sad that they love this much. he's already so scared. the hand touches the other's, carefully massaging it as he looks into the horizon, a sigh leaving.)
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i'm tired, chuuya.
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He knows. He knows Dazai is tired, and probably freaking out, and probably wants to run as far as he fucking can and never look back, because existing is hard and feeling is hard, and life is hard. But that's the thing, isn't it?]
Then don't go somewhere I can't find you. Deal?
[In every way.]
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(it's terrifying, and he knows chuuya knows this. he knows dazai enough to know that feeling happy is at the same time something he wishes for, but something that petrifies him all the same. he's so happy (to the best of his abilities, anyway) he doesn't know what to do with himself. it'll end. and he'll be miserable again.)
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Is that gonna make unwinding harder for you?
[Asks.]
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(#depression, homie.)
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I'll bring some booze too.
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i don't want to drink, but you can bring for yourself. i'm at the end of the beach.
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Dazai?
Alright yeah, he's making his way over immediately.
...After stuffing his pockets with medical supplies.]
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But seeing Dazai sitting on the beach settles some of that, even if it still simmers low in his gut. Dazai's usual tactic is to drown himself in something to muffle his brain with booze, drugs or pain, not... go sober. Either he'd hurt himself worse than usual, or he was in a worse headspace than Chuuya expected.
He settles into the sand next to Dazai, letting out a sigh.]
At least the beach is better than a hole in the mountains.
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Is it?