[ Her words soothe the ache somewhat. It'll take time for the wound to scab over and eventually become a scar on his soul like so many other things. He can only nod and accept her words. Emily is more important to him than life itself -- but it's hard for him to say that. ]
...He made me promise I'd live a life worth livin' an' take what I'm owed. [ He sniffles, then kisses her, lingering for a moment. ] Guess I owe him that much.
[Izo does deserve more. he deserves some degree of selfishness, now that he is returned to the world. Nishitani was wise enough to simply say it aloud - they can't all be as hedonistic as he was, but he did have confidence enough that Emily secretly envied, the willingness to take from the world instead of worrying.]
You've been brought back to life, free to live it as you choose. I'm sure he wanted nothing more than you to be happy with the life you live now.
[ It's better that no one is as hedonistic as Nishitani -- the world might collapse if that were the case. Izō will take the lesson to be selfish from him, even if just a little bit. Expecting more, wanting more, not just settling for what he's given. ]
Yeah, it's jus'...hard. Thinkin' 'bout all this without him now.
[ Nishitani had been the one to finance the shelter, the thing that helped given him purpose again. He'd been the one to push him to get the sparrowhawk on his back as a way of reclaiming his body to make a choice on how to mark it instead of having it forced on him again. ]
Can't jus' give up...got ya an' Majima t' worry 'bout. Th' dogs, too.
[ And Ryouma, but he's still having trouble with that emotional front. ]
[even though this won't last - the pain will come back, deep and bleeding - she wants to offer him some relief in this time. a moment to breathe at ease. so she kisses him, and leaves her hand on his cheek, glad that in this particular moment he knows that giving up is not an option. the dogs depend on his presence, and her and Goro will not let him sink into himself so far that he can't be found. he won't disappear on them again.]
Stay as long as you need.
[a whisper, but an offer. he knows that if he comes here, needs to fall to pieces, she'll take care of him for however long it takes. his grief will not be forced out of him.]
[whether he feels dignified or not, he's allowed his space, allowed comfort and sweet words and letting him breathe, and her tucked into his side to sleep, safe under a wing with her own put away. in the morning, she rises before him - old habits, and gently inquires at the clinic if she can do an afternoon round, before she starts making breakfast. she's hard at work with that whenever he gets up.
traditional breakfast is not her specialty - she doesn't make it often enough, but for him having a hard night, she'd like to defer to a favorite. the attempt at tamagoyaki failed, set off to the side to be dealt with later, definitely deformed and slightly burnt.
still, it's hard to mess up rice, grilled fish, and miso soup. she'll have to experiment with time, and practice.]
[ It's the smell of food that wakes him up and eventually gets him out of bed. He doesn't have the usual excuse of being hungover to sleep in, just the unusual excuse of being heartbroken. The immediate pain has dulled enough he can function.
He shuffles into the kitchen, half-dressed, rubbing at his eyes. The realization that she's cooking for him hits him like a brick. He comes up beside her to give her a little side hug and a kiss on the temple. ]
...Ya didn't have t' go t' th' trouble of cookin' for me.
[ He doesn't know what to say. After the outpouring of emotion last night and now this, it's a lot to deal with. Izō shrugs, sinking into his shoulders to try to hide his blush. ]
I...dunno. Wasn't expectin' it. Figured ya'd be off to th' clinic by now, y'know?
I'm taking the afternoon rounds today. It'll be a change of pace.
[turning her head, she kisses him gently on the cheek, then extracts herself from his embrace to put the food on the table before he realizes that she's shifted her schedule so that she can have an unhurried morning with him.]
[ He's left staring dumbly at the empty space where she used to be for a few more moments. People don't consider him in their plans. He's an afterthought.
He should know better that he isn't to quite a few people, Emily among them. It's hard to accept. Still, he goes to settle at the table in vaguely humbled silence. ]
Yeah...a nice one, right?
[ It's a silly question, but it's already out there. One day he'll be able to accept people love and care about him enough to want to spend time with him. ]
[no hesitation, no shame with saying that. just it said and her portioning out the food, first for him and then herself. by now she's picked up the habit of thanks before she starts eating, and can't stop herself from smiling - it feels different to eat with someone. more reassuring. like the day has a better chance of going right.
the wounds Nishitani's departure left won't heal overnight. but if Izo can eat, if he can take care of himself, he'll figure something out.]
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...He made me promise I'd live a life worth livin' an' take what I'm owed. [ He sniffles, then kisses her, lingering for a moment. ] Guess I owe him that much.
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[Izo does deserve more. he deserves some degree of selfishness, now that he is returned to the world. Nishitani was wise enough to simply say it aloud - they can't all be as hedonistic as he was, but he did have confidence enough that Emily secretly envied, the willingness to take from the world instead of worrying.]
You've been brought back to life, free to live it as you choose. I'm sure he wanted nothing more than you to be happy with the life you live now.
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Yeah, it's jus'...hard. Thinkin' 'bout all this without him now.
[ Nishitani had been the one to finance the shelter, the thing that helped given him purpose again. He'd been the one to push him to get the sparrowhawk on his back as a way of reclaiming his body to make a choice on how to mark it instead of having it forced on him again. ]
Can't jus' give up...got ya an' Majima t' worry 'bout. Th' dogs, too.
[ And Ryouma, but he's still having trouble with that emotional front. ]
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Stay as long as you need.
[a whisper, but an offer. he knows that if he comes here, needs to fall to pieces, she'll take care of him for however long it takes. his grief will not be forced out of him.]
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[ Look at him being honest and open. It takes great pain and tragedy for that to happen, but at least he's letting it happen instead of fighting it.
He presses a kiss to her forehead before sitting up properly to scrub at his face. Some modicum of dignity would be nice -- unlikely, but nice. ]
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traditional breakfast is not her specialty - she doesn't make it often enough, but for him having a hard night, she'd like to defer to a favorite. the attempt at tamagoyaki failed, set off to the side to be dealt with later, definitely deformed and slightly burnt.
still, it's hard to mess up rice, grilled fish, and miso soup. she'll have to experiment with time, and practice.]
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He shuffles into the kitchen, half-dressed, rubbing at his eyes. The realization that she's cooking for him hits him like a brick. He comes up beside her to give her a little side hug and a kiss on the temple. ]
...Ya didn't have t' go t' th' trouble of cookin' for me.
[ He's touched, really he is. ]
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[she smiles, taking the fish off the stove to portion it for the both of them. the rice is kept warm in the cooker, and the soup's just about done.]
If you hadn't woken up, I was about to fetch you.
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I...dunno. Wasn't expectin' it. Figured ya'd be off to th' clinic by now, y'know?
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[turning her head, she kisses him gently on the cheek, then extracts herself from his embrace to put the food on the table before he realizes that she's shifted her schedule so that she can have an unhurried morning with him.]
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He should know better that he isn't to quite a few people, Emily among them. It's hard to accept. Still, he goes to settle at the table in vaguely humbled silence. ]
Yeah...a nice one, right?
[ It's a silly question, but it's already out there. One day he'll be able to accept people love and care about him enough to want to spend time with him. ]
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[no hesitation, no shame with saying that. just it said and her portioning out the food, first for him and then herself. by now she's picked up the habit of thanks before she starts eating, and can't stop herself from smiling - it feels different to eat with someone. more reassuring. like the day has a better chance of going right.
the wounds Nishitani's departure left won't heal overnight. but if Izo can eat, if he can take care of himself, he'll figure something out.]