[ ... isn't that their thing, though? it's hard to break old habits.
it's almost merciful, the way the cold, damp rag smears across his face— an excuse to stay quiet, to stall, to breathe. while his friend gently wipes away the grime and blood, denji stays still, not out of obedience, but because he's caught in that strange, aching space between collapsing and pretending he’s fine.
in the end, he didn't say anything. he didn't know what to say ... he didn't know what to do. he felt so helpless.
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it's almost merciful, the way the cold, damp rag smears across his face— an excuse to stay quiet, to stall, to breathe. while his friend gently wipes away the grime and blood, denji stays still, not out of obedience, but because he's caught in that strange, aching space between collapsing and pretending he’s fine.
in the end, he didn't say anything. he didn't know what to say ... he didn't know what to do. he felt so helpless.
again. ]