[Manabu listens with his knees drawn up, his arms resting atop them, his gaze forward. he's the complete opposite of a pokerface: the discomfort, sympathy, and concern plays on his features in profile.
this kid's been through a lot, no matter how much of that nightmare was self-hating embellishment. nightmares do that - pick and peel at scabs and wounds to aggravate the wounds of those horrible moments, twists memories to turn you into the villain...
when Jun starts to struggle, Magnet wiggles from under the blanket to nose at him. Manabu sits up a bit and doesn't hesitate to put his arm around the boy's shoulders, squeezing at his shoulder.]
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this kid's been through a lot, no matter how much of that nightmare was self-hating embellishment. nightmares do that - pick and peel at scabs and wounds to aggravate the wounds of those horrible moments, twists memories to turn you into the villain...
when Jun starts to struggle, Magnet wiggles from under the blanket to nose at him. Manabu sits up a bit and doesn't hesitate to put his arm around the boy's shoulders, squeezing at his shoulder.]
But you woke up. You're awake right now.