[It took Mikami a little moment to look up at Mukuro and fully realize his presence. He'd been lost so deep in his merry-go-round of depressed thoughts, he had not noticed much anymore. It hurt, it hurt a lot, he felt just so broken, but that was something he could not accept.
It was almost odd to see Mukuro like this, friendly and civil, next to him. He'd seen his younger self silent and confused, covered in blood as well, his older self killing... There was just so many images of him, somehow this had seemed the least likely to show up to Teru. He knew though that this thoughts made no sense.
He didn't know how to feel about Mukuro being here either. Mukuro was confusing him even more, another part in his puzzle of suppressed despair... and at the same time he was at least familiar. Familiar enough for Mikami to not feel the need of immediately putting on a mask of polite indifference and let that lost look linger in his eyes for another moment or two. Teru surprised himself with it. Mukuro was unrighteous (most likely at least) and he was not supposed to feel save or relaxed around him at all, not even for a second and no matter how small the feeling might be. But right now he felt just too bad, too small, too numb to do anything about. So Mukuro was seeing more of him than he should. That might just be fine. He was unrighteous after all, what should Mikami care what he thought of him? A twisted way of justifying his actions, but Mikami was too tired to go after the thought for any longer.]
I don't become ill easily...
[Very hesitantly he took the drink offered to him, feeling it warm his hands. He had not realized how cold they had been before.]
Thank you.
[Being this civil with Mukuro felt both, wrong and right, at the same time]
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It was almost odd to see Mukuro like this, friendly and civil, next to him. He'd seen his younger self silent and confused, covered in blood as well, his older self killing... There was just so many images of him, somehow this had seemed the least likely to show up to Teru. He knew though that this thoughts made no sense.
He didn't know how to feel about Mukuro being here either. Mukuro was confusing him even more, another part in his puzzle of suppressed despair... and at the same time he was at least familiar. Familiar enough for Mikami to not feel the need of immediately putting on a mask of polite indifference and let that lost look linger in his eyes for another moment or two.
Teru surprised himself with it. Mukuro was unrighteous (most likely at least) and he was not supposed to feel save or relaxed around him at all, not even for a second and no matter how small the feeling might be.
But right now he felt just too bad, too small, too numb to do anything about. So Mukuro was seeing more of him than he should. That might just be fine. He was unrighteous after all, what should Mikami care what he thought of him?
A twisted way of justifying his actions, but Mikami was too tired to go after the thought for any longer.]
I don't become ill easily...
[Very hesitantly he took the drink offered to him, feeling it warm his hands. He had not realized how cold they had been before.]
Thank you.
[Being this civil with Mukuro felt both, wrong and right, at the same time]