Minakami murmurs assent, waving the other two ahead as he moves to the supply room. It's only after he hears the footsteps halt and the creak of a door, that he presses his forehead onto the cold metal of one of the cabinets.
It's too much at once. The false alarm. Kawase's eyes being inhabited, however briefly; then the sight of him stricken and dizzy. The evidence of whatever confrontation had occurred at the cafe. The sense that the so-very-humanlike yokai have lulled him into forgetting what some of them could do, if another possessing spirit had gone after Tamamori. How was he supposed to look out for them like this? What could he even do about it?
Nothing, it seems. Minakami wishes he could talk to his father.
He doesn't stay there long, making a detour to pour a glass of cold water before slipping into the room with the other two.
...He blinks at the offered painkillers, but Minakami isn't exactly in the mood to comment on the serendipity, so he just wordlessly hands the cup to Tama, before sitting on one of the patient beds across from him.
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It's too much at once. The false alarm. Kawase's eyes being inhabited, however briefly; then the sight of him stricken and dizzy. The evidence of whatever confrontation had occurred at the cafe. The sense that the so-very-humanlike yokai have lulled him into forgetting what some of them could do, if another possessing spirit had gone after Tamamori. How was he supposed to look out for them like this? What could he even do about it?
Nothing, it seems. Minakami wishes he could talk to his father.
He doesn't stay there long, making a detour to pour a glass of cold water before slipping into the room with the other two.
...He blinks at the offered painkillers, but Minakami isn't exactly in the mood to comment on the serendipity, so he just wordlessly hands the cup to Tama, before sitting on one of the patient beds across from him.