[ well this is just going to happen, then. once ichiro's joined them, and beau starts to fall apart all over again, kon shifts closer so that he's flush with beau's side, his arm coming up and wrapping around her carefully underneath where ichiro's got his arm.
if she needs to fall apart, they'll be there to keep the pieces all in one place so that she can come back together again. ]
[ yeah. they're just gonna sandwich her together like this, that's fine. ichiro even rocks them a little bit - ever the soothing presence, ever the big brother. he's held saburo and jiro when they cried, too, and right now, he's maximum caring. they can stay like this for the rest of the night if that's what beau needs.
he does give kon a little bit of a look over her head, though. worried. determined, a little, too. sad. ]
[it takes her a while to calm down enough to even - do anything, at all. by the end of it she's utterly, thoroughly exhausted, hiccupping. it's a good thing they're holding her up because she's totally limp, and she's - like, taking measured breaths, like she's going to throw up from crying so hard.
[ kon looks back at him, notably biting the inside of his cheek. there's not anything that they can do, really, except hold her through the worst of it. she'll be a mess for a while yet and he knows that, can feel it in the way she's boneless.
his eyes drop down to beau, back to ichiro, and he raises his eyebrows as he takes an exaggerated breath.
then he drops his head, turns it, gently setting his forehead against beau's temple. ]
Keep breathing, just like that. [ and another, pronounced inhale - then exhale. ]
[ for some reason my dumb ass thought it was beau's turn all this time holy shit
anyway yeah. he gets what's being picked up and put down, so, ichiro shifts a little bit, keeping his arm wound tight around beau - holding her up, the best he can - and matches his breathing with kon's, paying attention. it still hurts - his ribs ache, even with the double healing - but he's trying to stay calm. who knows, maybe this will be nice to use later if he gets so mad he can't see straight again.
[eventually, she settles. it's touch and go, but she manages.
and she's quiet, for a little while, before she speaks up, voice cracked and ruined.]
Yesterday. [she says, unsteadily.] Y-yesterday he did a stupid fucking... card reading. [hiccup.] He did a card reading for all of us. When he pulled his own, it was Home.
[the urge to wail rises up in her again, but she's so tired. she just lays there.]
I fucking - hate fortunes. I fucking hate - I hate this place.
[ once she's settled, kon won't put ichiro through this breathing, and winds up just - there, keeping her set up. but when she's finally able to speak again, he can't help but close his eyes, holding back a grimace. this place... ]
... it's cruel. [ alli is cruel, actually! we hate alli! ] It's cruel and fucked up.
[ he just can't stop thinking about the memory from their little adventure for a moment, there, and - about the one beau shared with him before, too. it aches, resonates, and he nods to kon. we are just one big sad cuddle pile now. ]
... yeah. Fuck yeah we will. We've got stuff prepared, we'll - let's knock this shit out. You're gonna truth punch the hell out of someone who hurt him.
[ like beau had said earlier in the week. if you can't make things better, then you shouldn't make them worse. ichiro liked molly, liked his life philosophies, and right now, he's gonna hold onto those, too. even if this week has been absolutely fucking terrible from beginning to end - it's not gonna finish out that way, if he can help it. ]
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if she needs to fall apart, they'll be there to keep the pieces all in one place so that she can come back together again. ]
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he does give kon a little bit of a look over her head, though. worried. determined, a little, too. sad. ]
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she won't, but it's a close thing.]
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his eyes drop down to beau, back to ichiro, and he raises his eyebrows as he takes an exaggerated breath.
then he drops his head, turns it, gently setting his forehead against beau's temple. ]
Keep breathing, just like that. [ and another, pronounced inhale - then exhale. ]
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anyway yeah. he gets what's being picked up and put down, so, ichiro shifts a little bit, keeping his arm wound tight around beau - holding her up, the best he can - and matches his breathing with kon's, paying attention. it still hurts - his ribs ache, even with the double healing - but he's trying to stay calm. who knows, maybe this will be nice to use later if he gets so mad he can't see straight again.
in, out. in, out. ]
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and she's quiet, for a little while, before she speaks up, voice cracked and ruined.]
Yesterday. [she says, unsteadily.] Y-yesterday he did a stupid fucking... card reading. [hiccup.] He did a card reading for all of us. When he pulled his own, it was Home.
[the urge to wail rises up in her again, but she's so tired. she just lays there.]
I fucking - hate fortunes. I fucking hate - I hate this place.
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... it's cruel. [ alli is cruel, actually! we hate alli! ] It's cruel and fucked up.
But we'll catch who did it.
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... yeah. Fuck yeah we will. We've got stuff prepared, we'll - let's knock this shit out. You're gonna truth punch the hell out of someone who hurt him.
[ like beau had said earlier in the week. if you can't make things better, then you shouldn't make them worse. ichiro liked molly, liked his life philosophies, and right now, he's gonna hold onto those, too. even if this week has been absolutely fucking terrible from beginning to end - it's not gonna finish out that way, if he can help it. ]