[He waits until Karamatsu gets up before he lets himself slump against the wall, closing his eyes and taking careful, deep lungfuls of air like he was afraid to. His breath continued to rattle slightly for a moment, and he clears his throat, sitting back up before Karamatsu can see. He idly massages below his collarbone and at about his solar plexus, a thoughtful frown on his face, but it mostly just looks like he's scratching an itch.]
...I know you've said it's fine, but I'm still sorry for being a nuisance.
[As an afterthought, he smears the back of one hand across his eyes, realizing that part of the scratch to his voice comes from the fact that before he dissolved into coughing he was in the midst of a crying fit. He closes his eyes. God, he was so tired.]
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...I know you've said it's fine, but I'm still sorry for being a nuisance.
[As an afterthought, he smears the back of one hand across his eyes, realizing that part of the scratch to his voice comes from the fact that before he dissolved into coughing he was in the midst of a crying fit. He closes his eyes. God, he was so tired.]