[Of the people Adam expects to come calling, Omori certainly isn’t on the list. Perhaps it’s optimistic, but when he hears the rapping against the door he thinks it might be Night Sky or Lehna - someone that might have noticed him missing - or Xie Lian come to tend to his rat friend.
Despite the state he’s in, there’s certainly no harm in answering the door.]
I’m coming - just - one sec -
[He peels himself out of bed (he’s stayed in there ever since he dragged his sorry self back) and stumbles to the door. He’s out of moonglow. He’s painfully sober.]
Hey -
[He opens the door, and all blood drains from his face. His optimism lies dead in a ditch. For a good moment, he says nothing - what the fuck does anyone say in this situation? ‘Hi, remember when you killed me?’
[At this, Omori lifts his head. His glare is too cold for the face that wears it, built for things like timidness and uncertainty. Sunny's eyes look like dark voids.]
Sure, fine. [He sounds a little reluctant, a little bratty, but he agrees.] I won’t tell anyone. As far as they’re concerned I got squished flat by Godzilla.
[Omori's gaze drops to his lap again. He glares, pale forehead wrinkling. The boy's hands grip his pant legs. His words come out childish, petulant, stubborn.]
[A pale hand comes up to wipe something away from the boy's eyes. He shakes his head, stubborn, resolute.]
It's his fault.
I had to...
[It's important to say "sorry" when you've done something wrong, Omori knows, but he didn't do anything wrong. He saved Adam the only way he knew how...]
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