[it's definitely not any level of comfortable at all, that's for sure. much as he masks the pained expressions (or at least turns away or dips his head when he can't), there wasn't a single moment of that trip up the stairs that didn't hurt.
even as they make their way to the mattress and he can finally sit again, everything hurts. his leg aches, his ribs throb, his lungs feel like they're on fire because of the exertion it took to pull that off.
he sits there, unable to move for a moment; he needs to catch his breath and the thought of actually trying to make himself horizontal sounds terrible right now. but..
well, he'll give ann some credit here and stop denying the sort of shape he's in. for a moment.]
Just... keep this between us. [well, sans morgana, who shares a bed with him and futaba, who probably figured it out between her bugging his phone and sojiro's everything.]
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even as they make their way to the mattress and he can finally sit again, everything hurts. his leg aches, his ribs throb, his lungs feel like they're on fire because of the exertion it took to pull that off.
he sits there, unable to move for a moment; he needs to catch his breath and the thought of actually trying to make himself horizontal sounds terrible right now. but..
well, he'll give ann some credit here and stop denying the sort of shape he's in. for a moment.]
Just... keep this between us. [well, sans morgana, who shares a bed with him and futaba, who probably figured it out between her bugging his phone and sojiro's everything.]