It used to be go out on a walk... maybe reserve a nice dinner evening at a nice place on the upper end... or just stay inside, have some quality physical time spent together.
[ Just got his elbow on the couch arm, looking at whatever incomprehensible nonsense is playing on the screen. The emotions are a dull sadness, nostalgia, want for a person that's no longer here. ]
[ an ear flicks now and then to whatever noise comes from the screen, but she seems mostly focused on him. listening and. you know, it's nothing she's heard from him directly before so. ]
Incredible woman. Always bright and curious. Maybe occasionally a little bit too much so, like her father, but I don't regret a single day spent with her.
[ And just for a moment, Izutsumi can feel just. An absolutely gaping maw of something inexorably negative, a black hollowness of grief and despair, intermixed with far smaller blips of frustration, blame, hate. Not necessarily at himself, but some parts of it not necessarily not, either. ]
someone or anyone really would be much better at comforting him here, with gentle words or even some kind of gentle hand. but daan has to just suffer with izutsumi awkwardly reaching out to softly pat his arm. it's incredibly awkward as if izutsumi doesn't know what to do, or how to even comfort someone.
like she's never done it before or even received that kind of comfort in her life. but she is Attempting and really is trying. based on the small quiet blips of worry. ]
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[ you work too hard man. fastforward to freaken TOMORROW ]
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[ What a Thursday, huh? ]
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What do you do to take breaks?
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[ Just got his elbow on the couch arm, looking at whatever incomprehensible nonsense is playing on the screen. The emotions are a dull sadness, nostalgia, want for a person that's no longer here. ]
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With who?
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...Elise. My wife. Ex...wife. [ It's always a bit weird to call her that. ] She died.
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What was she like?
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[ However his sense of time is so fucked up by now. It feels like it's been years. ]
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[ not an accusatory thing despite her normal attitude, just curious. ]
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At least, a decent idea of it.
[ And just for a moment, Izutsumi can feel just. An absolutely gaping maw of something inexorably negative, a black hollowness of grief and despair, intermixed with far smaller blips of frustration, blame, hate. Not necessarily at himself, but some parts of it not necessarily not, either. ]
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someone or anyone really would be much better at comforting him here, with gentle words or even some kind of gentle hand. but daan has to just suffer with izutsumi awkwardly reaching out to softly pat his arm. it's incredibly awkward as if izutsumi doesn't know what to do, or how to even comfort someone.
like she's never done it before or even received that kind of comfort in her life. but she is Attempting and really is trying. based on the small quiet blips of worry. ]
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It's past. Don't worry about it.
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[ SURE!!! anyways, makes herself more comfortable. ] M'staying here tonight. Too lazy to head up.
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[ At least the blankets are high-quality and comfortable as shit. Nice. ]
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