[He's nauseous again, but there's nothing in his belly to curdle so he just feels sour and faint. He closes his eyes over and leans surreptitiously sideways, quietly mumbling nothing resembling words toward the window.]
[His eyes burned, and his throat stung, and he wanted to curl up in his seat and cry until he choked, but he didn't. Karamatsu had already asked him once to stop-- neither of them could handle the other losing composure, right now. They weren't okay, no one was, but they could all lean inward and remain standing as long as none of them fell. This wasn't even the worst of it, he knew. They hadn't even seen Osomatsu. Maybe Karamatsu had, but he still had to clean up and look vaguely human again, just so they wouldn't focus on him instead. He makes a soft, plaintive sound, and curls sideways into Karamatsu's shoulder.]
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[His eyes burned, and his throat stung, and he wanted to curl up in his seat and cry until he choked, but he didn't. Karamatsu had already asked him once to stop-- neither of them could handle the other losing composure, right now. They weren't okay, no one was, but they could all lean inward and remain standing as long as none of them fell. This wasn't even the worst of it, he knew. They hadn't even seen Osomatsu. Maybe Karamatsu had, but he still had to clean up and look vaguely human again, just so they wouldn't focus on him instead. He makes a soft, plaintive sound, and curls sideways into Karamatsu's shoulder.]
I'm-- Karamatsu I'm scared. I'm sorry, I'm scared.
[He can't do this.]