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guido mista
hey hey, buongiorno what's up! leave me a message and i'll get back to you when i'm not asleep or whatever.
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Just come over
I don't want anything
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gimme 20
[Of course, in all of this Mista has seemingly forgotten to answer the question of advice entirely. Except to his mind he hasn't. Shuji is upset and alone, and the only thing that makes upset worse is loneliness.]
[He does in fact arrive in exactly 21 minutes. Under his arm he has fresh bread--like really fresh, he may actually have been at the bakery when he got Shuji's text--and some cold cuts, because of course he does. And pastries. It's a big bag, which he shoves into Shuji's arms once he cons his way past security and knocks on the door.]
Hey. [Man, he looks like shit. Mista frowns slightly and pushes past Shuji into the room, focusing on not saying anything about it.]
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This is kind of a lot...
[As long as they don't talk about how Shuji looks like he's been sleeping poorly and probably crying a lot, that's fine with him! Let's not bring that up at all.
Shuji closes the door behind them.]
Thanks for coming.
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[This statement is the mayor of Lietown. Mista will probably eat exactly enough that he can convince Shuji to eat and that's all. Then he'll leave the food behind on the pretense that he's too lazy to carry it back. It's all bullshit, but he feels a little helpless.]
[Glancing around the room, he gives Shuji's bed the once over and then barrels past whatever uncertainty he has by just plopping down at the foot of it. Then he looks up at Shuji expectantly.]
C'mere. Sit down and talk to me.
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...I remembered drowning.
[There's really no easy way to start talking about this kind of thing, and Mista already knows that it's Bad.]
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[He knew it was bad, yeah. And somehow he thought--well, he isn't surprised that it's this Bad, because Shuji wouldn't have asked for help if it wasn't really, really serious.]
I feel like it's dumb to say sorry. But I am. [. . .] Mostly that you've been alone since then. I'm glad I came over.
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Silver came over last night. I haven't been completely alone. But it turns out you don't get over remembering drowning yourself in a night, huh. Who knew?
[His attempts at sounding casual and calm are hampered by the fact that he's trembling enough that Mista can see it.]
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[Shuji remembered drowning himself.]
[There's--a lot. There's a lot fighting itself in Mista's mind right now. Hurt and pain and fear and a little anger, too, that he wasn't here to help first. That he doesn't know what to do even now. He tries to remember how much what he's feeling right now isn't the point, but--it's hard.]
Hey--
[Mmph. His mouth works on nothing. He can't fix this, and he can't protect Shuji from his own memories. He's just steady, not magic.]
[Impulsively, he reaches out and pulls Shuji into a hug. This is--what he's got. Hopefully it isn't the wrong thing to do.]
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When Mista hugs him, Shuji doesn't resist, still shaking.]
H...hey, I'll be okay, you don't have to...
[He's tearing up, and his hands hover at his sides like he wants more than anything to wrap his arms around Mista in return, but he isn't allowing himself to. The moment he hugs Mista back, he'll sob. He knows himself (thinks he knows himself) well enough to know that.]
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[Or he hopes, anyway. Mista's faith is pretty strong, and he wants it to be strong enough that it can make sure Shuji actually is okay. But this isn't something he can just believe better.]
[Mista doesn't let go.]
I know you'll be okay. But you're not right now. So just--
It's okay that you're not. Just be not okay with me.
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He's not okay. He's not okay at all, every time he thinks about it it's more terrifying and he can't stop thinking about it and it hurts to remember the water in his lungs-
He's absolutely going to be getting Mista's shirt wet, he can't stop crying. He'll apologize later.]
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I got you.
[Murmured low as he curls protectively around Shuji, arms tight around his back. One hand rubbing circles at the small of his back, the other steady at his shoulder.]
I got you, I'm here.
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Just letting go of all of his tears - this is different, completely. Shuji cries until he runs out of tears, and even then he doesn't let go of Mista.]
...I needed that, I think.
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[He's smiling, wry and unseen over Shuji's shoulder. He can tell, he thinks, when Shuji's stomping on his feelings.]
[Not that he's working too hard to let go right now either. He keeps rubbing circles, rests his chin on Shuji's shoulder.]
Sometimes you gotta cry. No shame. Get me?
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[It was inevitable, eventually. Shuji hates to cry in front of people, but if it's Mista, at least he knows Mista won't judge him.]
I think I'd take shrinking again over this.
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[And Shuji's definitely hurting.]
You want some water or something?
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I wouldn't say no. Or hard liquor if we're no longer a dry campus. Does that have an exemption in case of trauma? Because it should.
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I'm a known hooligan, and hooligans don't give a shit about dry campuses. Real and true fact.
But I didn't bring anything. And I don't feel great about leaving you alone.
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[He wants to live. He absolutely wants to live, no matter what memory-him decided to do.]
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[He's worried about exactly what he said: leaving Shuji alone while he feels bad. It seems like a shitty thing to do to a friend.]
I trust you. I just don't wanna . . . I don't know. I don't wanna leave you when you're sad. That's all.
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[Despite everything, Shuji manages to smile, a little bit.]
Water would be good, I think. I always get headachey after I cry.
[He gets headaches a lot.]
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[He sort of puffs up a little, not sure how to respond to that. He tries to be, but he doesn't know how to say thank you without sounding--ugh. Full of himself, and not in the usual bluffing kind of way. His brows draw together a little.]
You're important to me, [is what he settles on eventually.] I'd drop anything to help you out. I'm just glad you asked this time.
[And he doesn't know what to do with himself, now. With his hands or his face or his words. His mouth works a little, before he focuses on Shuji's smile and cracks a sideways one himself.]
Get you some water. [He puts his hands on his knees and stands, glad to be moving.] And then later tonight or tomorrow night maybe we'll get you wasted like you want. Be right back. [And he darts off to the kitchenette, ducking back in in thirty seconds or so.]
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It's good to know he still has his priorities in the right place. Or. In the same place, which may or may not be the right one.]
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[He flops down on the edge of the bed again, pushes the water into Shuji's hands, and settles in like he lives here. Taking up a little more space than he should, probably, knee bumping Shuji's companionably. He has this habit of making himself at home anywhere.]
[For now, he's content. It isn't over and he knows that, nothing's resolved that easily--but it's a start, and he's here, and he's happy to be exactly where he is.]
Drink up.
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He takes a gulp of water. It helps, a little.]
...Hey, if you ever remember something like this... I'm not always the best at advice, but I'll listen, okay? I'm good at listening.
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