[Being separated from Eric was hard, much like the first time, but it was harder since they were so close but yet they couldn't be with each other.
Totsuka and Mikoto have done their best to keep Izumo's mind occupied; the former usually accompanying the older man out when running errands and the latter a silent company in the midst of a silent noise.
There was guilt, overwhelming guilt that weighed down on his shoulders each time Eric and Fujishima came to visit. No one said it aloud, in fear it'll trigger something in Eric should they decide to confront him about it, but each and every one of them noticed Eric's habits - his doglike manners.
Izumo and Fujishima talked about it once, hushed whispers in the back under the pretense of Izumo asking Fujishima for help to bring some boxes of wine to the front.
Take care of him. Don't let him fall back into those habits, but be subtle.
Days slowly passed, the hands of time seemingly becoming more sluggish as each minute ticked by.
Under Mikoto's supervision, Izumo has (albeit reluctantly) decided to talk to Totsuka about his own demons. Shadows of the past that continuously haunted him, setting every nerve in his body aflame until the coil became too tight and finally snapped. The talking has helped, though there were times when certain buttons were pressed and Mikoto had to physically restrain him from hurting Totsuka.
Now--
Now Izumo sat at the bar, a pair of new sunglasses adorning his face as a gift from young Anna. He fingers the rim of his glass, faint music from the jukebox (courtesy of Totsuka and Chitose) playing in the bar to keep the silence at bay.]
it's okay!
Totsuka and Mikoto have done their best to keep Izumo's mind occupied; the former usually accompanying the older man out when running errands and the latter a silent company in the midst of a silent noise.
There was guilt, overwhelming guilt that weighed down on his shoulders each time Eric and Fujishima came to visit. No one said it aloud, in fear it'll trigger something in Eric should they decide to confront him about it, but each and every one of them noticed Eric's habits - his doglike manners.
Izumo and Fujishima talked about it once, hushed whispers in the back under the pretense of Izumo asking Fujishima for help to bring some boxes of wine to the front.
Take care of him. Don't let him fall back into those habits, but be subtle.
Days slowly passed, the hands of time seemingly becoming more sluggish as each minute ticked by.
Under Mikoto's supervision, Izumo has (albeit reluctantly) decided to talk to Totsuka about his own demons. Shadows of the past that continuously haunted him, setting every nerve in his body aflame until the coil became too tight and finally snapped. The talking has helped, though there were times when certain buttons were pressed and Mikoto had to physically restrain him from hurting Totsuka.
Now--
Now Izumo sat at the bar, a pair of new sunglasses adorning his face as a gift from young Anna. He fingers the rim of his glass, faint music from the jukebox (courtesy of Totsuka and Chitose) playing in the bar to keep the silence at bay.]