[ it's always so difficult to let someone in. a part of it is because six doesn't think he's worth the trouble, that he isn't all that important. he's sure aerith has far more important things to concern herself over so he'd rather not add to it when it's something he can handle by himself. if you count ignoring the problem and pretending it doesn't exist as a valid way to handle it, that is.

he makes himself focus on helping aerith set the futon down. this way, at least his hands are keeping busy, his mind isn't zeroing in on the many shadowy shapes now scattered all around this tiny apartment. they occupy the space that aerith has made for herself, dragging in a negativity that doesn't quite belong.

it's easy enough to tell just how bothered he is by what's going on when he barely reacts to aerith pointing out his beauty mark. ]

I... [ with his hands holding onto the futon, he waits until the other relaxes her grip before he tries to set it down himself. ] I think it's an effect from the drug, but I see things that I know aren't there. They're telling me things I already know, so I'm trying not to listen.

[ what he doesn't say is how much harder that is to do, given the way their voices are slowly growing louder. ]

I'm sure they'll go away once the drug has worn off.