[ At the beginning of Johnny's rambling, Chozen wishes he had the capacity to roll his eyes, just a little. He may be able to weather this clumsy abuse with calm, but that does not mean he enjoys it. He is many things, but a perfect man has never been one of them.
But then he goes on, pouring his heart out like a salaryman at karaoke, and a man who had only been a figure of Daniel's past becomes a man leaning on Chozen's shoulder in the span of a few minutes. A very sad, very drunk, very half-naked man, burying his face into a stranger's shoulder as he laments his lot in life. A woman out of reach, a child he cannot help, another child he cannot reach.
Chozen cannot know what truly happened to him, or what part he had in these sorrows. Weeping drunks are notoriously unreliable narrators. But that does not matter here, where none of those people are, and it is only him with his rapidly chilling leg, and Johnny, with his heart (and other delicate organs) bared for all to see.
The thaw comes slowly. He feels as though his arm crackles like ice in spring time as he brings it up to support Johnny by wrapping it beneath his shoulders, Chozen's hand coming up to pat the head of his bicep in (slightly awkward) reassurance. ]
Yes.
[ His voice is hoarse, but not so bad. He swallows around the dryness there and wriggles his toes, which are full of pins and needles. ]
When life is difficult to bear, it is easy to lash out at others. To become lost in one's own anger and confusion.
I cannot say what you should do next...except we should help get you back into your pants. I think someone pulled them down while you were not paying attention.
CW: NSFW - Half naked man
But then he goes on, pouring his heart out like a salaryman at karaoke, and a man who had only been a figure of Daniel's past becomes a man leaning on Chozen's shoulder in the span of a few minutes. A very sad, very drunk, very half-naked man, burying his face into a stranger's shoulder as he laments his lot in life. A woman out of reach, a child he cannot help, another child he cannot reach.
Chozen cannot know what truly happened to him, or what part he had in these sorrows. Weeping drunks are notoriously unreliable narrators. But that does not matter here, where none of those people are, and it is only him with his rapidly chilling leg, and Johnny, with his heart (and other delicate organs) bared for all to see.
The thaw comes slowly. He feels as though his arm crackles like ice in spring time as he brings it up to support Johnny by wrapping it beneath his shoulders, Chozen's hand coming up to pat the head of his bicep in (slightly awkward) reassurance. ]
Yes.
[ His voice is hoarse, but not so bad. He swallows around the dryness there and wriggles his toes, which are full of pins and needles. ]
When life is difficult to bear, it is easy to lash out at others. To become lost in one's own anger and confusion.
I cannot say what you should do next...except we should help get you back into your pants. I think someone pulled them down while you were not paying attention.