[what is that supposed to mean? Manabu chews on that while scooting in closer, ducking his head and tucking his arms up against his chest. was the weight of Grey's arm around him always comfortable? he remembers this and that about their first night together, but he can only assume he's just projecting feelings about it after-the-fact.]

Mn. [...] Closing my eyes...and opening them up back there. Stuck. Not knowing...what day it is. Where I am. Alone and tired. [and scared. but this is pathetic enough, isn't it?]