[He's so zoned out that he doesn't notice Dixon until the man is already beside him and dropping the blanket on him. Shuichi startles a little, blinking up at Dixon for a moment, before he collects himself and diverts his gaze back to his now-blanket-covered lap.]
'M fine...
[Maybe someone being worried about him should make him feel a little better. And this is Dixon of all people too, who hadn't seemd very interested or concerned with him when they first met, beyond the basic human decency of making sure he didn't die lost in the woods. People care. That should be nice.
But it just makes him feel vaguely nauseous, hyper-aware of how burdensome he must be. It's bad enough that he's in such a mood himself, surely no one else needs to be dragged down with him.
He fusses idly with the edge of the blanket in his lap. It's a thin bit of warmth but comforting all the same, and he'd like to wrap himself in it entirely. But he resists the urge, afraid that would look even more worrisome. He's not sick, so he shouldn't be giving anyone reason for concern.]
I'm fine, so...you don't have to waste your time worrying.
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'M fine...
[Maybe someone being worried about him should make him feel a little better. And this is Dixon of all people too, who hadn't seemd very interested or concerned with him when they first met, beyond the basic human decency of making sure he didn't die lost in the woods. People care. That should be nice.
But it just makes him feel vaguely nauseous, hyper-aware of how burdensome he must be. It's bad enough that he's in such a mood himself, surely no one else needs to be dragged down with him.
He fusses idly with the edge of the blanket in his lap. It's a thin bit of warmth but comforting all the same, and he'd like to wrap himself in it entirely. But he resists the urge, afraid that would look even more worrisome. He's not sick, so he shouldn't be giving anyone reason for concern.]
I'm fine, so...you don't have to waste your time worrying.