[That touch is the last thing Odasaku would ever expect from Dazai.
[It's awkward, the clear result of someone trying to mirror something they don't necessarily understand. It's such a genuine gesture, though - must be, or else Dazai wouldn't waste a moment doing it. Odd as it is, it does bring comfort. The mere fact Dazai tries at all brings comfort. His words do. He's right. Oda didn't want to die. He just couldn't continue living.
[Dazai pulls his hand away, and Odasaku is sure that his own face has broken wide open. In reality, the pained expression is subtle, albeit present. Inside, he feels like his heart has swelled with the weight of the endless ocean. It's nauseating.]
I wasn't thinking that way. [A truth, but he fails to hook it properly into place, leaving the thought half-finished.]
Dazai...
Do you remember when you gave me those gifts? [They haven't talked much about them since. Dazai disappeared shortly after.]
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[It's awkward, the clear result of someone trying to mirror something they don't necessarily understand. It's such a genuine gesture, though - must be, or else Dazai wouldn't waste a moment doing it. Odd as it is, it does bring comfort. The mere fact Dazai tries at all brings comfort. His words do. He's right. Oda didn't want to die. He just couldn't continue living.
[Dazai pulls his hand away, and Odasaku is sure that his own face has broken wide open. In reality, the pained expression is subtle, albeit present. Inside, he feels like his heart has swelled with the weight of the endless ocean. It's nauseating.]
I wasn't thinking that way. [A truth, but he fails to hook it properly into place, leaving the thought half-finished.]
Dazai...
Do you remember when you gave me those gifts? [They haven't talked much about them since. Dazai disappeared shortly after.]