[He does need to chill-- but he's accustomed to existing in states of Needing to Chill. Karamatsu... probably less so. Ichimatsu has no real frame of reference there, except that Karamatsu spent a lot of time pretending to be a lot of things he wasn't. Like cool, for instance. He didn't seem to have perfected the art of pretending to not be exhausted and stressed out, though, which lead Ichimatsu to believe it didn't happen often. These were sort of extenuating circumstances, though.]
[He shifts his hand back to settle it on top of Karamatsu's head, turning his own to pillow it there, dully watching the street ahead of them stretch forward. It would be roughly thirty minutes before their bus transfer, and then closer to fifteen on that one until Akatsuka. There wasn't a bus station especially close to their house, and with as slow as he moved it would probably be another fifteen minutes before they got there. He swallows the bubble of anxiety at the thought of walking through that door again, and finds himself hoping no one else is there.]
[Karamatsu already knew what a disaster he was. If he could wash off the filth and the stink of six months' negligence to his own well-being, at least he could pretend he had just gotten skinny.]
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[He shifts his hand back to settle it on top of Karamatsu's head, turning his own to pillow it there, dully watching the street ahead of them stretch forward. It would be roughly thirty minutes before their bus transfer, and then closer to fifteen on that one until Akatsuka. There wasn't a bus station especially close to their house, and with as slow as he moved it would probably be another fifteen minutes before they got there. He swallows the bubble of anxiety at the thought of walking through that door again, and finds himself hoping no one else is there.]
[Karamatsu already knew what a disaster he was. If he could wash off the filth and the stink of six months' negligence to his own well-being, at least he could pretend he had just gotten skinny.]