☁ ——— Weather sat there in stillness taking in what his cellmate had just attempted to make sense of. It unfortunately was something himself couldn’t advise on or even begin to figure out how to help with. He didn’t even have any of his own memories from before a certain point. Maybe— if he did, he could find some instance in his past he could use to relate to. Yet, no matter how many countless nights laying awaking trying to bring back a figment of anything was met with pitch blackness. A void. It internally frustrated him, but this wasn’t about him, this was about Anasui.
The somber expression on his face and the way he folded over like a child told him everything he needed. He was— no is a lost soul in need of affection and assurance. That inner child needed to be told he’s loved and that his fascination with disassembling was ( in a way to him at least ) his venture to fix it back up. Anasui is looking for love in the wrong places in order to fix his disassembled heart. That is what he came to in his conclusion.
❝ Anasui — ❞ Weather hesitated for a few seconds, searching for the right words, but the simple ones were the best, ❝ You’re not broken. ❞
when you went through your life believing a certain thing, it was difficult to grow out of it as an adult. & even more, when everyone around him validated his own beliefs—those of not being normal, of missing something, of having a ‘loose screw’, or several, as many of his peers referred to. it was engrained in his mind as a permanent part of him. the only thing fixed in his life, as he heard it even in his adulthood. anasui never felt insulted by it, because even he recognized it as a fact, but rather, was left hopeless about the future. would this follow him like a permanent cloud above his head? grey skies & rain pouring down with such force that they might as well be bullets piercing his skin. it was a constant feeling—to always feel under the weather, metaphorically & literally in this instance, as he felt weather report hover too close for comfort for anyone, but the inmate. both of them lacking this concept of personal space, it seemed.
his head is raised, but only enough to peer up from behind folded arms. his stare is fixed on the other to take in every subtle change in his expression as he spoke. on the surface, it may seem as if there was none, but to anasui, someone who spent a dangerous amount with his cellmate even outside of this room, even the tiniest of wrinkle was noticed.
“...” at first, he doesn’t respond. teeth biting down on the remark that he was about to say, not because he was one to hold back & not speak his mind, but because there was no need in the aggressive tone that threatened to escape his lips. anasui looks up, then to the side. head sinking further between his shoulders with a sigh. “i get what you’re trying to do, but are you the right person to say so?” a moment’s silence follow, only lasting a couple of seconds before anasui added, now going back to staring at the man. “would you not say you’re also broken for being unable to remember?”
