anodyne gestures

The sallowness of his skin against Chuuya’s own skin, stained gray with makeup washed out under water. The jolty, shivering movement of his throat against Chuuya’s shoulder. The deep, heavy breaths Dazai is taking to stay awake. Chuuya can almost hear him counting down the seconds in his head- he wishes he’d stop. All these small things he takes in before this bubble vanishes, before they step out and deal with what’s waiting for them outside.Chuuya comes to Dazai's rescue again. He thinks he always might.