[It's a relief, the way they can still communicate with almost no words, because the idea of explaining anything more really feels beyond him at the moment. But when Dazai drops it, he knows he got the explanation he needed.]
You have no taste.
[It's weak, as far as insults go. Weaker than the ones they usually throw back and forth. Dazai will just have to be satisfied with that for now. He'll make up for it later. But he doesn't like that next question, either. It forces him to acknowledge the pain, instead of trying to ignore it, like he had been.]
I'm fine.
[Clearly not true. He knows Dazai won't buy it. He groans, and starts to shift, moving his legs, his arms, just checking how they feel. Those seem fine at least. But the rest of him --]
Head. [Concussion, he thinks. Or just the drugs. It's difficult to tell.] Ribs.
[And minor pain in a lot of other places, but minor pain isn't something either of them would ever really worry about. It will heal.]
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You have no taste.
[It's weak, as far as insults go. Weaker than the ones they usually throw back and forth. Dazai will just have to be satisfied with that for now. He'll make up for it later. But he doesn't like that next question, either. It forces him to acknowledge the pain, instead of trying to ignore it, like he had been.]
I'm fine.
[Clearly not true. He knows Dazai won't buy it. He groans, and starts to shift, moving his legs, his arms, just checking how they feel. Those seem fine at least. But the rest of him --]
Head. [Concussion, he thinks. Or just the drugs. It's difficult to tell.] Ribs.
[And minor pain in a lot of other places, but minor pain isn't something either of them would ever really worry about. It will heal.]