Well, fuck. He ain't wrong about that. Ryuji's still dumb to the fact that the food was tampered with to begin with, blissfully unaware that the reason he was crying was due to some spoiled ass ramen and not his feebly latticed emotional state. It would've probably made things a little more manageable; might have helped him realize that it wasn't something naturally occurring from the lack of sleep and made him feel less shitty about his numerous breakdowns during the seven days of pure hell.
But the thing is. Ryuji's a runner. In a lot of aspects of his life. He ran to forget about all the things that were going on at home. He ran to get away from the pressure of poor performance in school. He ran away from his own problems, too, to some extent. As much as he touted his ability to tackle things head on, it was pretty much... the things that were hurting other people. It's stupidly self sacrificial, and probably one of his worst quality traits. But it's also... it's Ren. He always wants to do better, or be more than he really was, when it came to anything involving his best friend.
So when he asks if he's okay, he nods. He's alright. And if he's not, he will be. Is Ren alright?]
I mean. Yeah, I guess. [He does need to work on being a little less awkward, too.]
Actually. It's kind of up in the air? I mean, I'm usually fine as a general sort of rule of thumb here, but. I'm not okay if you're not okay, and I don't really know how you're doin'. Which means I don't know how I'm doin' either? If that makes sense. [It... definitely doesn't. He sighs, rubbing the back of an opposing elbow with his hand.]
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Well, fuck. He ain't wrong about that. Ryuji's still dumb to the fact that the food was tampered with to begin with, blissfully unaware that the reason he was crying was due to some spoiled ass ramen and not his feebly latticed emotional state. It would've probably made things a little more manageable; might have helped him realize that it wasn't something naturally occurring from the lack of sleep and made him feel less shitty about his numerous breakdowns during the seven days of pure hell.
But the thing is. Ryuji's a runner. In a lot of aspects of his life. He ran to forget about all the things that were going on at home. He ran to get away from the pressure of poor performance in school. He ran away from his own problems, too, to some extent. As much as he touted his ability to tackle things head on, it was pretty much... the things that were hurting other people. It's stupidly self sacrificial, and probably one of his worst quality traits. But it's also... it's Ren. He always wants to do better, or be more than he really was, when it came to anything involving his best friend.
So when he asks if he's okay, he nods. He's alright. And if he's not, he will be. Is Ren alright?]
I mean. Yeah, I guess. [He does need to work on being a little less awkward, too.]
Actually. It's kind of up in the air? I mean, I'm usually fine as a general sort of rule of thumb here, but. I'm not okay if you're not okay, and I don't really know how you're doin'. Which means I don't know how I'm doin' either? If that makes sense. [It... definitely doesn't. He sighs, rubbing the back of an opposing elbow with his hand.]
I mean, about... how you feel about me.