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I wouldn't have said that. None of us asked for this, regardless of what supernatural experience we had or hadn't had in the past.

[He certainly doesn't want to be here. He had things to do.]

Would you like to spend some time together again? It seemed to help the last time, and truthfully, I could use an excuse to get out of my room.

yeah ok
pls

my room is 923 can u come here
sry going from ur room to mine isnt that exciting
maybe i can do smth else when i calm down

Sure. I’ll be there shortly.

[And he is, not ten minutes later, knocking on 923.]

[When Kunimi opens the door and sees Gansey standing there, ready and eager to help him through his second crisis in almost as many days, he feels a wash of guilt for having asked in the first place. What is he to Gansey, after all? A near-stranger, and Gansey is the same to him. He's basically asking for a bff replacement body and that feels like the uncoolest thing in the world when someone's actually willing to fill his request.]

... hey. [He rubs the back of his neck as he steps away and holds the door open for Gansey to come through. He's got a mid-range single suite, nothing opulent but fairly spacious, which opens into a small sitting area with kitchenette before continuing on to the bedroom.] You, uh... want anything to drink, or a snack?

[His hands are shaking again.]

[The shaking is observed, and Gansey thinks to himself that it's probably Kunimi that could use the drink - not that he condones drinking to cope or anything. He inclines his head with a friendly smile as he passes through the door, but forgoes the usual polished greeting. Kunimi looks dangerously close to how he'd been that morning at breakfast, and Gansey would like to avoid the height of a panic attack if possible.]

Why don't we sit down. [He gestures toward the bed.] Assuming you don't mind.

[Truth be told, he's mostly got iced coffees in his mini-fridge... which he does not need at all right now. He's trying to play the polite, calm host but neither of them are buying it, so he just drops heavily onto the loveseat and scrubs both hands over his face.]

I'm really sorry about this, Gansey-kun. This isn't your shit to deal with.

Remember whose idea it was to come here. [Gansey’s is his point. He takes a seat on the edge of Kunimi’s bed, closest to the loveseat across from him.]

Would you like to talk about it?

[That's a good point, though Kunimi doubts he could just leave someone in distress if he wasn't in the mood to offer comfort. They met because Gansey was worried about him getting caramel in his hair, for god's sake.

Still, that's enough to get Kunimi's face up out of his hands, and he smiles thinly.]

I, uh... I've had the same friend since I started junior high. Like, I know lots of other people and they're cool, but I kinda suck at making friends. [A self-deprecating little laugh.] It's just that when you do everything with one person for so long... it's like I didn't notice I forgot how to do anything without him.

[Embarrassing. Mortifying. But better than progressive panic attacks leading up to a full mental breakdown, so Kunimi pushes on miserably.]

So then this happens. This shit. Literally all shit I've never had to deal with before in my life. And it happens to just me. [Wait, that's not quite right.] Me and Fuckface Eagleballs.

[He was following you and halfway to a fully formulated response up to a point, but then he heard "Fuckface Eagleballs" and--]

Beg...pardon?

[Okay, that reaction gets a smile out of Kunimi. Thank god something still can. Not that it lasts long given the current topic of conversation:]

Shirabu Kenjiro. Little guy, kinda blondish hair in a stupid bowl cut, lives all the way up his own ass.

Ah. [Gansey gives a knowing, albeit somewhat uncomfortable nod. But Kunimi's smile is contagious, and Gansey's smile is always at the ready.] Shirabu, yes. I've spoken to him before. Not under quite that name, albeit.

["Fuckface Eagleballs". It almost sounds like something that Ronan might say.

[Actually, it sounds exactly like something Ronan might say.]

Not the friend from home you're referring to, I take it.

I'm lucky. Most of my friends from home are here with me - all of them, really. [His expression looks a little sympathetic - maybe a little apologetic - when he says that.] None particularly happy to be though. I'm not sure anyone is.

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