( He doesn't argue, accepting her offer and leaning against her easily enough. He even buries his face in her shoulder, trying to hide away from whatever it is that's bothering him right now. He could really use some physical contact right now so this definitely helps. But when his memories are hitting their peak point.
A dimly lit room, a sound outside the door, someone-- Ryouma-- yelling at whoever it is outside to quiet down. Ryouma standing to yell outside the room while Mutsu waits back and--
He flinches again, curling up next to Vietnam as he pulls he comforter closer around him. )
Ryouma... ( He sounds weak, desperate, and there's a pain in his side. Or is he just remembering it? ) Stop it...
( As vivid as the memory of that night is though, another memory begins to bleed in-- one that is warm and makes his head feel fuzzy, like it's full of smoke. )
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A dimly lit room, a sound outside the door, someone-- Ryouma-- yelling at whoever it is outside to quiet down. Ryouma standing to yell outside the room while Mutsu waits back and--
He flinches again, curling up next to Vietnam as he pulls he comforter closer around him. )
Ryouma... ( He sounds weak, desperate, and there's a pain in his side. Or is he just remembering it? ) Stop it...
( As vivid as the memory of that night is though, another memory begins to bleed in-- one that is warm and makes his head feel fuzzy, like it's full of smoke. )