[ Nageki isn't surprised to hear Hitori following him - stubborn, stubborn, stubborn - but the sudden stumbling footsteps behind him as he sways startles him. ] Hitori...! [ He's quick to reach out and grab his hand, stepping forward to be that support he so clearly needs.
With his hand in his and the other around his waist, he can feel the warmth and clamminess of his skin much more clearly than before. His eyebrows furrow in frustration (at Hitori, but also at himself for not being more dependable) as he drapes Hitori's arm over his shoulder. ] Please, go back to bed... I don't want to see you like this. [ Not now. Not ever. ]
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With his hand in his and the other around his waist, he can feel the warmth and clamminess of his skin much more clearly than before. His eyebrows furrow in frustration (at Hitori, but also at himself for not being more dependable) as he drapes Hitori's arm over his shoulder. ] Please, go back to bed... I don't want to see you like this. [ Not now. Not ever. ]