there's a pause as she kind of just. looks at him. and then:]
But... [she looks over her shoulder, and takes a few steps towards the mirror, staring at herself. and then, finally:]
Alright. [and she tears her eyes away from her reflection, running her fingers through her hair and looking at her hand, like she expects to find blood there. when she doesn't, she wanders back into the room, and over to matsui, expression unsure.]
[NOT HER BLOOD HALLUCINATIONSSS. Matsui will move to grab the blanket so he can drape it around her shoulders and gently guide her to have a seat on the bed.]
...If... you are seeing the blood, still, then-- [Hm that's bad.] --Do you see it on your hands, now?
[While talking, he also goes to bring the cup of tea over to the side of the table by the bed he's led her to.]
[He tucks them around her a little more, like he is swaddling a tiny duck.]
...Mm. Alright. But please let me know if you can think of anything at all that I may do for you. I... understand that it's-- a difficult thing.
[Because "I um I'm alright" is not the strongest argument and he knows no one ever is after Shimabara, anyway. Whew! He glances in the direction of the bathroom, where the mirror is, feeling a tumult of guilt and anger toward this place.
At the question, he looks back, lips pressing into a thin line.]
It happens, yes. I often look bloodied. Other things or people as well, at times.
[The fact that this just never once came up because he's so used to it.]
it is not a very good argument no but she's wildly going back and forth between Feeling Everything At Once and then just disassociating about it, and right now is the latter. if she thinks more about the beach she will explode, so she can change gears for her poor brain's sake.]
... I'm sorry. [she hates that for him! she really, really does.]
He reaches out to gently rest a hand atop her head.]
It doesn't bother me most times, really. [HELP. This is fine probably. It doesn't seem like he's lying about it.] But thank you. ...I would not wish the same on others. I hope... that for you, it will not last overly-long.
[He doesn't even know it's an effect he's just assuming it's the trauma.]
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there's a pause as she kind of just. looks at him. and then:]
But... [she looks over her shoulder, and takes a few steps towards the mirror, staring at herself. and then, finally:]
Alright. [and she tears her eyes away from her reflection, running her fingers through her hair and looking at her hand, like she expects to find blood there. when she doesn't, she wanders back into the room, and over to matsui, expression unsure.]
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...If... you are seeing the blood, still, then-- [Hm that's bad.] --Do you see it on your hands, now?
[While talking, he also goes to bring the cup of tea over to the side of the table by the bed he's led her to.]
Is there anything else that I can get you...?
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... No. I only see it in the mirror. [she says, quietly.] I... um. I'm alright.
[she curls up, and then:]
Is this what it's like for you?
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...Mm. Alright. But please let me know if you can think of anything at all that I may do for you. I... understand that it's-- a difficult thing.
[Because "I um I'm alright" is not the strongest argument and he knows no one ever is after Shimabara, anyway. Whew! He glances in the direction of the bathroom, where the mirror is, feeling a tumult of guilt and anger toward this place.
At the question, he looks back, lips pressing into a thin line.]
It happens, yes. I often look bloodied. Other things or people as well, at times.
[The fact that this just never once came up because he's so used to it.]
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it is not a very good argument no but she's wildly going back and forth between Feeling Everything At Once and then just disassociating about it, and right now is the latter. if she thinks more about the beach she will explode, so she can change gears for her poor brain's sake.]
... I'm sorry. [she hates that for him! she really, really does.]
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He reaches out to gently rest a hand atop her head.]
It doesn't bother me most times, really. [HELP. This is fine probably. It doesn't seem like he's lying about it.] But thank you. ...I would not wish the same on others. I hope... that for you, it will not last overly-long.
[He doesn't even know it's an effect he's just assuming it's the trauma.]