Zack touches his again; his hand on top of Micchi's Micchi doesn't jump, doesn't startle when they've already had full on bodily contact in the form of a hug, but he does creep his hand gently out from beneath. It feels too odd to accept the comforting gesture. Micchi pulls his hands back into his lap again.
His habits have changed dramatically over the weeks of sitting small and quiet at a hospital bedside.
Your brother. Zack's voice breaks through his thoughts. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"He's awake," Micchi says again. It feels like the only thing worth saying. But there's more. "He smiled at me. He doesn't remember anything. He can't or he would have been scared of me, or angry. Anything but happy."
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Date: 2016-11-03 12:58 pm (UTC)His habits have changed dramatically over the weeks of sitting small and quiet at a hospital bedside.
Your brother. Zack's voice breaks through his thoughts. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"He's awake," Micchi says again. It feels like the only thing worth saying. But there's more. "He smiled at me. He doesn't remember anything. He can't or he would have been scared of me, or angry. Anything but happy."