[Akira gives a single laugh, though there isn't much mirth to the sound - it sounds more like a sound caught between understanding and mutual aggrievement. Misery does enjoy company.]
Guess so.
[He's found good company in Akira, then: the guy is a quintessential crybaby, and gaining the body of a demon hadn't slowed down or altered that in any way. But he requires prompting by someone else, or the concept of something else, or just from the extreme of exhaustion; he very rarely if ever cried for himself, because he feels others don't express enough for their own pain. He takes that on for them. It's almost a relief that Ren doesn't bottle that up. It engenders a unique sort of easiness between them, despite the veins of sleep deprivation and emotional volatility.
But don't worry. Akira's cried in front of more strangers than you can possibly imagine. He doesn't think it's weird at all.]
This place seems to want to ruin every good thing for us before we get outta here. [He swipes his sleeve across his face again.] Food's only started to taste edible, and now the thought of listenin' to more music makes me wanna rip a hole in the wall.
[He's silent for a long moment, considering, standing on the edge of a conversational precipice and wondering if he should just leave it alone. But Akira is of the mind that ignoring an emotional problem will only make it worse. Exacerbating it can hurt, sure, but it can also lead to something better. Maybe.]
'S not the only reason you're crying, though.
[He just knows these kinds of things. He knew what exhaustion looked like in people, seeing it for days straight. Ren's got that, sure, but it's only a small piece of something much larger.]
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Guess so.
[He's found good company in Akira, then: the guy is a quintessential crybaby, and gaining the body of a demon hadn't slowed down or altered that in any way. But he requires prompting by someone else, or the concept of something else, or just from the extreme of exhaustion; he very rarely if ever cried for himself, because he feels others don't express enough for their own pain. He takes that on for them. It's almost a relief that Ren doesn't bottle that up. It engenders a unique sort of easiness between them, despite the veins of sleep deprivation and emotional volatility.
But don't worry. Akira's cried in front of more strangers than you can possibly imagine. He doesn't think it's weird at all.]
This place seems to want to ruin every good thing for us before we get outta here. [He swipes his sleeve across his face again.] Food's only started to taste edible, and now the thought of listenin' to more music makes me wanna rip a hole in the wall.
[He's silent for a long moment, considering, standing on the edge of a conversational precipice and wondering if he should just leave it alone. But Akira is of the mind that ignoring an emotional problem will only make it worse. Exacerbating it can hurt, sure, but it can also lead to something better. Maybe.]
'S not the only reason you're crying, though.
[He just knows these kinds of things. He knew what exhaustion looked like in people, seeing it for days straight. Ren's got that, sure, but it's only a small piece of something much larger.]