[He smells, he's gross, he's dirty, he's homeless, and Karamatsu is just dropping everything to help him get home. Because Osomatsu is dying.]
[...because Osomatsu is dying. It feels like a string holding him together has snapped when his mind thinks that-- because it has to be true, or why would they go to so much trouble to find him? And send Karamatsu, of all people? The air goes out of his lungs and he clasps his own hands together once one is looped around Karamatsu's shoulders, and he's. Embarrassed. He's so small now, he can't weigh but a hundred pounds, and probably five to ten of that is all the clothing he's wearing. His attention goes briefly over his shoulder to the cat, still perched on the dumpster, and his breath hitches a little.]
I'll-- be back for you, [And he's using the leverage of Karamatsu's shoulder to get to his feet-- He can stand, he can probably walk a block, but slowly. Much, much too slowly. He's spent so much time walking along walls and not going but a yard or two without stopping, the muscles in his legs are probably all but atrophied. He feels weak, and stupid, and like the absolute worst brother in the world, and he has to make a conscious effort to not bleed that into his every move. Turning back to face forward, he passes an apologetic look sideways to Karamatsu.]
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[He smells, he's gross, he's dirty, he's homeless, and Karamatsu is just dropping everything to help him get home. Because Osomatsu is dying.]
[...because Osomatsu is dying. It feels like a string holding him together has snapped when his mind thinks that-- because it has to be true, or why would they go to so much trouble to find him? And send Karamatsu, of all people? The air goes out of his lungs and he clasps his own hands together once one is looped around Karamatsu's shoulders, and he's. Embarrassed. He's so small now, he can't weigh but a hundred pounds, and probably five to ten of that is all the clothing he's wearing. His attention goes briefly over his shoulder to the cat, still perched on the dumpster, and his breath hitches a little.]
I'll-- be back for you, [And he's using the leverage of Karamatsu's shoulder to get to his feet-- He can stand, he can probably walk a block, but slowly. Much, much too slowly. He's spent so much time walking along walls and not going but a yard or two without stopping, the muscles in his legs are probably all but atrophied. He feels weak, and stupid, and like the absolute worst brother in the world, and he has to make a conscious effort to not bleed that into his every move. Turning back to face forward, he passes an apologetic look sideways to Karamatsu.]
I'm-- sorry, I smell.