[If Dazai was present enough to protect his own privacy, that was a good sign. Chuuya still wanted to call, to ask for advice even if he didn't ask the doctor to come, but after a moment's hesitation he decided to do what Dazai said and hang up.
He sat next to Dazai on the bed again, sighing, trying not to be too upset. It wasn't as if it was surprising.]
Why the hell do you always do this?
[Or something like it, anyway.
He could at the very least use his phone to go online, check how dangerous that amount of pills was. He could have done that from the start, but he'd panicked, too reminded of all the times Dazai had talked about killing himself. Chuuya had yelled in his face once that there was no way he'd ever let him.]
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He sat next to Dazai on the bed again, sighing, trying not to be too upset. It wasn't as if it was surprising.]
Why the hell do you always do this?
[Or something like it, anyway.
He could at the very least use his phone to go online, check how dangerous that amount of pills was. He could have done that from the start, but he'd panicked, too reminded of all the times Dazai had talked about killing himself. Chuuya had yelled in his face once that there was no way he'd ever let him.]