[Literally, though? Tfw you would've let a preteen murder you because you saw no better solution to your crippling self-loathing and guilt than to simply die. A trauma counselor of some kind in SEES would've probably solved a lot of problems tbh.
The laugh feels embarrassing, somehow, like the prospect isn't as uncomfortable for the other man, despite what he says. He rolls a shoulder in a motion that should be casual but comes off looking more awkward than anything.]
Yeah. That makes two of us.
[But Tsuru is agreeing to head back to the garden, and so, bracing himself for whatever nonsense he might have to deal with from the plants or otherwise, starts leading the way. He's not even really sure what he's doing, honestly, so much as he got invested in this whole situation and now he feels the need to see it through. Hopefully if they figure out how to fix it, they can just never speak of this again? That'd be nice.
Once they arrive, he starts looking around the table for anything strange or out of place, but indeed, all he sees are the tea pots, and the empty cups.]
You remember which one you drank from?
[Now that he's standing close, the compulsion is starting to nag at the back of his own thoughts, to go ahead and just trial and error this thing already. But there's no good being reckless and getting them both killed.]
cw reference to depression/death wish/attempted murder
The laugh feels embarrassing, somehow, like the prospect isn't as uncomfortable for the other man, despite what he says. He rolls a shoulder in a motion that should be casual but comes off looking more awkward than anything.]
Yeah. That makes two of us.
[But Tsuru is agreeing to head back to the garden, and so, bracing himself for whatever nonsense he might have to deal with from the plants or otherwise, starts leading the way. He's not even really sure what he's doing, honestly, so much as he got invested in this whole situation and now he feels the need to see it through. Hopefully if they figure out how to fix it, they can just never speak of this again? That'd be nice.
Once they arrive, he starts looking around the table for anything strange or out of place, but indeed, all he sees are the tea pots, and the empty cups.]
You remember which one you drank from?
[Now that he's standing close, the compulsion is starting to nag at the back of his own thoughts, to go ahead and just trial and error this thing already. But there's no good being reckless and getting them both killed.]