[When he does so, he'll notice that for all Mitsuru's apparent calm, he's actually quite tense, tightly wound and ready to snap.
The hallucinations haven't been kind to him. He used to think the next time he'd see Aya was upon the success of his journey, alive and warm and breathing once more; instead, what awaited him was this nightmare of a camp, haunting him with images of his family he didn't want to see.
Holding himself together so tightly was all he could manage, but even that takes its toll eventually. So, at the presence of someone else at his side, one of the few he can trust here...
He's still far too alert to sleep, exactly. But he does close his eyes for a moment, relaxing just a little, leaning on Boa ever so slightly. It's the most rest he'll allow himself in this moment, yet so much more than he'd normally give himself around any other.]
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The hallucinations haven't been kind to him. He used to think the next time he'd see Aya was upon the success of his journey, alive and warm and breathing once more; instead, what awaited him was this nightmare of a camp, haunting him with images of his family he didn't want to see.
Holding himself together so tightly was all he could manage, but even that takes its toll eventually. So, at the presence of someone else at his side, one of the few he can trust here...
He's still far too alert to sleep, exactly. But he does close his eyes for a moment, relaxing just a little, leaning on Boa ever so slightly. It's the most rest he'll allow himself in this moment, yet so much more than he'd normally give himself around any other.]