[He doesn't mean to tell her about it. Really, he doesn't. But it's like a big tidal wave of thought and emotion that leaps up all at once, and shoves everything else aside.]
[He's tired. Not just tired, exhausted. Working long and hard and trying to play superhero after hours-shit, he wasn't supposed to tell her that!- and he's not as good as the other guys. He keeps getting hurt. Things keep biting him or scratching him or trying to rip pieces of him off to snack on later. And it's scary. Not just scary, it's terrifying. But no one else is afraid.]
[There are bills to pay and groceries to buy and he doesn't even remember the last time he checked to make sure there were any left, let alone ate any of them. He's not even hungry-or maybe he is. It's impossible to tell. Not getting enough sleep and stressing over adult problems gives him a constant feeling like the drop of an elevator. His stomach is too uneasy for anything but toast or rice or noodles, anyway. And even that seems unappetizing most of the time.]
[Claire is gone and Clover is gone and Souji is busy and Shika is...Shika. And Uryuu is an adult, sort of, so he can't just call him up to chat, and-and he's lonely. Even with Keigo and the smelly kid around, he doesn't see people much except at work.]
[And he's always screwing up there, too! Dropping dishes and spilling things...starting an open mic night without actually asking first. The only reason he still has a job is that Rain-san is even more of a soft touch with him than Fai-sama was.]
[It's just hopeless. He's hopeless and scared and queasy and alone and he really needs his mother or at least Uryuu and that's pathetic. He's pathetic. But he can't take care of Keigo and the smelly kid! He can't even take care of himself.He still doesn't even know the smelly kid's name.]
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on 2012-04-27 07:25 am (UTC)[He's tired. Not just tired, exhausted. Working long and hard and trying to play superhero after hours-shit, he wasn't supposed to tell her that!- and he's not as good as the other guys. He keeps getting hurt. Things keep biting him or scratching him or trying to rip pieces of him off to snack on later. And it's scary. Not just scary, it's terrifying. But no one else is afraid.]
[There are bills to pay and groceries to buy and he doesn't even remember the last time he checked to make sure there were any left, let alone ate any of them. He's not even hungry-or maybe he is. It's impossible to tell. Not getting enough sleep and stressing over adult problems gives him a constant feeling like the drop of an elevator. His stomach is too uneasy for anything but toast or rice or noodles, anyway. And even that seems unappetizing most of the time.]
[Claire is gone and Clover is gone and Souji is busy and Shika is...Shika. And Uryuu is an adult, sort of, so he can't just call him up to chat, and-and he's lonely. Even with Keigo and the smelly kid around, he doesn't see people much except at work.]
[And he's always screwing up there, too! Dropping dishes and spilling things...starting an open mic night without actually asking first. The only reason he still has a job is that Rain-san is even more of a soft touch with him than Fai-sama was.]
[It's just hopeless. He's hopeless and scared and queasy and alone and he really needs his mother or at least Uryuu and that's pathetic. He's pathetic. But he can't take care of Keigo and the smelly kid! He can't even take care of himself.He still doesn't even know the smelly kid's name.]
[Oh, crap. He can't even breathe.]
[Wheeze, sob, pant pant, wheeze, hiccough...]