[The coat is only going to get wet when Dazai inevitably throws himself off the bridge railing, so he won't take it. Yet. He already knows this isn't going to work, and having to dry such a heavy thing is always a pain in the ass. But yeah--he'll take it. Pretending Chuuya owes him something, and Chuuya pretending he's returning a favor; it's something familiar between them.]
Of course I hate fucking up. [Dazai is admitting he did fuck up here, which is rare, but more importantly-] You fucked up worse. You could have escaped easily, and you know it.
[They should just move on, but Dazai can't. Whenever he's faced with instability he can't immediately bury, he gets like this, particularly when it has to do with Chuuya. He hasn't faced anyone in the office, because he knows they saw him like that--all crouched over Chuuya's body, touching him, in ways Dazai would never if the situation wasn't truly dire.]
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Of course I hate fucking up. [Dazai is admitting he did fuck up here, which is rare, but more importantly-] You fucked up worse. You could have escaped easily, and you know it.
[They should just move on, but Dazai can't. Whenever he's faced with instability he can't immediately bury, he gets like this, particularly when it has to do with Chuuya. He hasn't faced anyone in the office, because he knows they saw him like that--all crouched over Chuuya's body, touching him, in ways Dazai would never if the situation wasn't truly dire.]