[RIP. He shifts and curls his knees back to himself, burrowing into them and reaching out to find one of Karamatsu's hands. He tangles their fingers, hiding from him but keeping contact, and slowly calms himself down. It seems like becoming so small like that, hiding away, helps him figure out how to even back out, and even if he's a gross snotty mess of residual tears, after a while he picks his head up and gives Karamatsu a watery frown.]
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...sorry, this is why I don't drink.