[ It's enough to make him stop, tense and uncertain for a moment, before he turns and drops to the edge of Saru's bed, burying his head in his hands. ]
[Sighing a little, though not from exasperation, Fushimi goes over to his mini-fridge to pull out one of the nasty beers Misaki drinks and tosses it to him.]
[ He catches it - more on instinct than anything else - and just stares at it for a moment before setting it aside on the nightstand. ]
Thanks, but I don't... [ He pauses, staring at the floor for a moment as he tries to find the right words. ] I promised her it would be different this time. That I wouldn't... I don't want her to worry.
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I didn't say it was. But if I'm hardly here, this place isn't good enough for you, not like last time.
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Shit.
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Here.
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Thanks, but I don't... [ He pauses, staring at the floor for a moment as he tries to find the right words. ] I promised her it would be different this time. That I wouldn't... I don't want her to worry.
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[ He shakes his head, but still doesn't take it back. Instead, he flops over onto his back on Saru's bed, his legs still hanging over the edge. ]
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Why are you trying to feed me and get me drunk all of a sudden?
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Come here.
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[He goes with a soft noise, nearly sitting on Misaki in his surprise.]
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Shut up. Just. Stay here? For a little while?
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[Fushimi sits up to grab his phone but he lies back down with Misaki as soon as he has it.]
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