[The temptation to ask 'which stuff?' exists, but Youji lets it slide, just this once. Possibly because this tension just barely slips into that vague realm of what he's willing to be serious about.
He watches Ken and his blue pajamas storm out with an odd sort of satisfaction. Doesn't help his mood much, but watching Ken huff was Youji's standby diversion.
All right. Act together now. He dresses in loose clothes--still deliberately foregoing the silver cross around his neck. He knocks about three aspirin out of the bottle and swallows them dry. Tastes terrible, but he doesn't much care.
What next? He doesn't want to talk about the dream, but doesn't quite resolve to work as much distraction on Ken as he did on Iris. He shelves that decision in favor of whether or not he should go meet Ken in the living room...]
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He watches Ken and his blue pajamas storm out with an odd sort of satisfaction. Doesn't help his mood much, but watching Ken huff was Youji's standby diversion.
All right. Act together now. He dresses in loose clothes--still deliberately foregoing the silver cross around his neck. He knocks about three aspirin out of the bottle and swallows them dry. Tastes terrible, but he doesn't much care.
What next? He doesn't want to talk about the dream, but doesn't quite resolve to work as much distraction on Ken as he did on Iris. He shelves that decision in favor of whether or not he should go meet Ken in the living room...]