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[ he's in the kitchen area making himself a sandwich, reaching up into the cabinet over his head for the jam. but these jars are slippery sometimes and he drops it, smashing glass all over the counter and raspberry jam splashed all over his face, neck, and the front of his shirt ]

Darn it!

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[he's out of takeru's room in an instant and staring at you, the color draining from his face at the sight of the red stain at your throat]

[ a little embarrassed ]

Ah, Chiaki, can you grab a towel? I kind of made a mess in here.

[but all he can see is your head rolling gently in its box, the bloodied stump of your neck and your half-open eyes

so he shoves past you, nearly knocking you over as he runs out of the cabin and around just in time to drop to his knees and retch into the tall grass]

[ stumbling to the side a little and making a confused noise in his throat

. . . oh, shit, what was that all about?

and he follows, kneeling beside you and rubbing a hand over your back ]

Chiaki? Are you okay?

[ certainly sounds worried ]

[just shakes his head, his whole body trembling with reaction]

Sorry.

[ just going to keep rubbing your back soothingly ]

What's wrong? Are you sick?

Camp. [coughing a little and wiping his mouth] Last night--it... showed me stuff. Made-up stuff. But you were dead, and the blood--

[his throat closes and his stomach rolls, and he still refuses to look at you]

Sorry. S'stupid.

Chiaki, I'm fine. It's not stupid, I'm right he-- [ pauses and looks down at himself, the blood draining from his face with sick realization ] Shit, I'm sorry. Just.

[ he's pulling back to yank his shirt off, using whatever clean parts were left to wipe himself off as best as he can ]

[leans back against the side of the cabin, just breathing shakily, his face drained pale]

[ his skin's still stained read but he's about as clean as he's going to get without a shower, and he's stuffing the shirt behind him where you can't see it ]

Chiaki. Hey, look at me. Nothing happened to me, okay?

[ his voice is almost eerily calm, but still warm, and he's reaching out to you ]

[he opens his eyes and looks over at you, his expression exhausted]

I know. Sorry.

[ pointedly avoiding the pile of sick but he's moving closer, hands on your shoulders and pulling a little ]

Come on, let's get you up.

[just pushes up on wobbly legs, looking more and more embarrassed]

[ this face says you don't get to be embarrassed

he's pulling one of your arms over his shoulder and wrapping his own around your back, steadying you and deftly kicking the shirt out of the way to be dealt with later ]

Think you can walk, or should I pretend we're newlyweds?

[ a little smile tugs at the corner of his mouth; he's clearly trying to get you to relax ]

M'fine. [his cheeks just heating further as he gets back inside and slumps into a chair at the table, rubbing his face]

You need help cleaning up?

I think most of it landed on me, anyway. I can clean it up on my own. You sit. I'll make tea.

[ turning to get the water ready, and after a minute he's grabbing a couple of towels and getting to work, cleaning up the jam and not really noticing when shards of broken glass slice into his fingers ]

...it was just Camp. [quietly, swallowing thickly and breathing out] Just--some stupid thing Camp did. It's fine.

Knowing it was Camp's fault doesn't automatically make things fine again.

[ he should know ]

...yeah. I mean--I know everybody's heads didn't get hacked off. It's just--

[shakes his head helplessly]

It's still a thought that frightens you. There's nothing wrong with that.

[ the place is cleaned up and the tea is almost ready, so he's setting an empty cup in front of you ]

Sorry I freaked out. [mumbling, looking down at the empty cup]

It's a normal reaction to essentially reliving a nightmare. No need to apologize, Chiaki.

[ ding there's the tea and he's pouring it into your cup. it's chamomile ]

Drink.

[ firm big brother voice! ]

[sips it gingerly, using a bit to rinse out his mouth before he drinks]

[ pouring a cup for himself and sitting down across from you, watching with a somewhat concerned expression ]

Do you want anything?

[just shakes his head]

M'okay. Just surprised me.

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