[As Shinjiro makes his way over, he has the slow-dawning uncomfortable realization that this will be the third time Kitsuragi has invited him into his space to handle a difficult situation. The first had been fresh from arrival, when he was still healing from the gunshots and the man had wanted him to have a safe, clean place to rest for a few hours. The second, he'd wandered there in a daze, not even realizing where he was going until he'd landed at Kitsuragi's doorstep shaking and hyperventilating.
Now here he is heading over there by choice to talk about his shit because he can't sleep. It's embarrassing. At the back of his mind he wonders if there's anything the man needs done around his place...maybe he can ask later. Seeing Kitsuragi with his sleep tousled hair and informal clothes is jarring in its own way, too, and he half-wonders if the man had been entirely honest about having already been awake when Shinjiro had contacted him, but he pushes the thought aside and nods at the man's greeting. ]
Thanks.
[He makes no move toward the table where they sat at before, though, simply lingering inside his threshold while he waits to be directed wherever Kitsuragi would prefer he goes.]
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Now here he is heading over there by choice to talk about his shit because he can't sleep. It's embarrassing. At the back of his mind he wonders if there's anything the man needs done around his place...maybe he can ask later. Seeing Kitsuragi with his sleep tousled hair and informal clothes is jarring in its own way, too, and he half-wonders if the man had been entirely honest about having already been awake when Shinjiro had contacted him, but he pushes the thought aside and nods at the man's greeting. ]
Thanks.
[He makes no move toward the table where they sat at before, though, simply lingering inside his threshold while he waits to be directed wherever Kitsuragi would prefer he goes.]