[God, he doesn't know what to do. The air around him feels cold and almost solid with tension. He just wants to help him. He'd do anything for him, but he doesn't know how to do a fucking thing.
Finding out earlier that he hadn't survived the Killing Game—maybe he hadn't consciously thought it at the time, but he can feel the knowledge now, painfully sharp in the back of his mind, that he knows how to die for Kyosuke more than he knows how to make him happy.
At least these days.
Juzo takes a deep breath, eyes closed and fist curled tight around his crystal.]
I'm coming to find you. Give me some directions here.
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[God, he doesn't know what to do. The air around him feels cold and almost solid with tension. He just wants to help him. He'd do anything for him, but he doesn't know how to do a fucking thing.
Finding out earlier that he hadn't survived the Killing Game—maybe he hadn't consciously thought it at the time, but he can feel the knowledge now, painfully sharp in the back of his mind, that he knows how to die for Kyosuke more than he knows how to make him happy.
At least these days.
Juzo takes a deep breath, eyes closed and fist curled tight around his crystal.]
I'm coming to find you. Give me some directions here.