[with a little sound of thanks, Manabu pushes himself away from the counter and, after grabbing whatever clothes were left folded in yesterday's laundry, retreats into the bathroom to try and wash up. there's a lot to process, isn't there: the short walk yielding such fatigue, Grey's pain...
big feelings...
Manabu tries to keep his focus on paying attention to the way his body reacts to the warm water, but he can envision Grey sitting in that shower with him. holding him, being held...it's alright to keep wanting that, right? his feelings never really led him astray, even if he needed guidance in the past to learn what the consequences were (granted, he's never seen all the hardship he's faced as being a problem so much as just part of the process).
the warm water just makes him more tired, and a full stomach starts to feel a bit queasy. it's frustrating - this much fatigue over a little walk? sure, he hadn't been walking in...months...but still!
he's clearly not good at convalescence.]
Uh, G-Grey? [it's a while, but he's finally been able to pull fresh clothes on for the evening; he hangs onto the doorframe to keep upright.] Sorry, can...you help me out of here? I think I'm going to keel over if I do.
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on 2024-05-14 11:10 pm (UTC)big feelings...
Manabu tries to keep his focus on paying attention to the way his body reacts to the warm water, but he can envision Grey sitting in that shower with him. holding him, being held...it's alright to keep wanting that, right? his feelings never really led him astray, even if he needed guidance in the past to learn what the consequences were (granted, he's never seen all the hardship he's faced as being a problem so much as just part of the process).
the warm water just makes him more tired, and a full stomach starts to feel a bit queasy. it's frustrating - this much fatigue over a little walk? sure, he hadn't been walking in...months...but still!
he's clearly not good at convalescence.]
Uh, G-Grey? [it's a while, but he's finally been able to pull fresh clothes on for the evening; he hangs onto the doorframe to keep upright.] Sorry, can...you help me out of here? I think I'm going to keel over if I do.