[ nazuna hears that little exhale of breath, because he's been attuned to shu since they were preteens, paying attention to his moves, his state of being--and it instantly catches his attention. he's always been the type to shove off his problems in favor of other people's, ever the "big brother", even with people who didn't ever ask for his help. even with several years separation between them, nazuna could tell when something was wrong with shu in a heartbeat.
it's that, and what he says that catch his attention. nazuna feels a twist of anxiety in his stomach as he speaks, as if its reacting to the still present dream version of shu he'd seen; subconsciously, he reaches up to touch his lips, letting go of the phone. ]
Of course I'm safe. [ i was just in bed, he starts, but he pauses. how would he...?
retrospec does strange things to people. he's heard rumors about the things that have happened all month, and nazuna exhales, a shaky little noise. ] ...why wouldn't I be?
[ it's not a direct accusation of "how would you know", but he can feel that anxiety squeeze around his stomach again--and not for himself. it's for shu, instead. did he remember that dream, too? was he there?
why didn't he do anything?, a part of him wonders, but he has to shake it away. no. shu would have--it must have been the dream. instead of just letting it hang there, though, he adds again, his tone soft, sounding as if he'd pulled the phone just a little closer to his face. ] Are you safe?
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it's that, and what he says that catch his attention. nazuna feels a twist of anxiety in his stomach as he speaks, as if its reacting to the still present dream version of shu he'd seen; subconsciously, he reaches up to touch his lips, letting go of the phone. ]
Of course I'm safe. [ i was just in bed, he starts, but he pauses. how would he...?
retrospec does strange things to people. he's heard rumors about the things that have happened all month, and nazuna exhales, a shaky little noise. ] ...why wouldn't I be?
[ it's not a direct accusation of "how would you know", but he can feel that anxiety squeeze around his stomach again--and not for himself. it's for shu, instead. did he remember that dream, too? was he there?
why didn't he do anything?, a part of him wonders, but he has to shake it away. no. shu would have--it must have been the dream. instead of just letting it hang there, though, he adds again, his tone soft, sounding as if he'd pulled the phone just a little closer to his face. ] Are you safe?