[ Hank hasn't slept, naturally, with Connor missing and everything a mess already (it's only Monday, what the fuck) but for all that he's eaten a little he hasn't slept. In his search he finds himself on the balcony, and this may not be the brunette he was looking for, but he's not so busy that he would just ignore the kid, either. ]
Hey, kid.
[ Hank approaches him, looking over his shoulder. ]
[ Osomatsu blinks and wordlessly opens the photo album. ]
[ There are several pictures of the Matsunos in their adulthood, sometimes on vacation, sometimes at home. But all include the brothers together. Especially this one. ]
[ Right now, Oso's face is still blank. Unnervingly so. ]
[ Osomatsu flinches, his grip on the album tightening with his injured hand (which just causes a stinging pain in said hand) and his other hand instinctively reaching for the left cheek of his face. ]
[ Osomatsu freezes up. He really doesn't want to talk about this. But... he's gonna have to at some point. ]
[ Hank's the closest thing he has to a father figure here. Sure, Oso has his own dad, but his own dad's not here, is he? Then who is he going to depend on? ]
[ It feels wrong to say anything about what happened back at home. But he has to let it out, doesn't he? ]
[ He loosens his grip on the album, his hand throbbing. ]
...I... [ "Don't you think... this is all your fault?" ]
[ But he clams up. He... doesn't know what to do. ]
[ The pet doesn't really surprise him, but he doesn't expect the hug. It catches him off-guard enough that he briefly freezes up again. But then he gradually relaxes. ]
...
[ Osomatsu doesn't seem to be responding to Hank's question yet. He's just... sitting there being hugged. ]
[ He wants to go home. Even if his brothers hate him. ]
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monday
[ It's late at night and Osomatsu still looks, and feels, like shit. ]
[ He's sitting by the balcony, reading through his photo album. Looking through all the pages. ]
...Tch.
[ He closes the album. He sighs. ]
[ He's pretty sure his brothers hate him now. ]
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Hey, kid.
[ Hank approaches him, looking over his shoulder. ]
Whatcha got there?
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[ Oso looks up at Hank. The NEET's face is blank. ]
Photo album. [ His voice is oddly flat. Not like the usual energy he had. ]
[ You might also notice that Oso's right hand has been bandaged up. ]
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Is it yours? Can I see?
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[ Osomatsu blinks and wordlessly opens the photo album. ]
[ There are several pictures of the Matsunos in their adulthood, sometimes on vacation, sometimes at home. But all include the brothers together. Especially this one. ]
[ Right now, Oso's face is still blank. Unnervingly so. ]
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[ Hank smiles softly. Yeah, he can tell it's gonna take a bit to get Osomatsu to get out of this. That's okay. He's been there. ]
Hey, you haven't told me about all of 'em.
[ He points to the green one. ]
That one is, uh... Choromatsu, right? What'd you call him, "the fappy one"?
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[ "The fappy one". Ah, yes. ]
[ That manages to get a glimmer of a smile from Oso. ]
Yeah. Sometimes we like to call him Fappymatsu. Or Chorofappyski. Or Alexfapper Graham Bell.
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That bad, huh? [ He chuckles. ] He really spends that much time with his right hand? You know they say that shit makes you go bald.
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If that was true, he would've gotten bald a long time ago. Ahahaha... ha. [ His faint smile fades. ]
[ ...Choromatsu was the first one to leave. ]
...
[ He stares at the photos. ]
Damnit...
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How about... what'd you call him... Totty? Which one's that?
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...Ah. He's the pink one. He's...
[ The second one to leave. And the first one who possibly left just to get away from him. ]
[ ...He hurt Totty. ]
...Yeah.
[ A hint of a grimace shows up on his face. ]
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Alright, then who's the loser with the sunglasses? He looks like a real character.
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K-Karama--
[ "Stop it." ]
[ Osomatsu flinches, his grip on the album tightening with his injured hand (which just causes a stinging pain in said hand) and his other hand instinctively reaching for the left cheek of his face. ]
...fuuuck...
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[ Hank grabs him by the wrist, squeezing in hopes that he'll release his hold. ]
Talk to me, kid. I can't help if I don't know what's wrong.
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[ Osomatsu freezes up. He really doesn't want to talk about this. But... he's gonna have to at some point. ]
[ Hank's the closest thing he has to a father figure here. Sure, Oso has his own dad, but his own dad's not here, is he? Then who is he going to depend on? ]
[ It feels wrong to say anything about what happened back at home. But he has to let it out, doesn't he? ]
[ He loosens his grip on the album, his hand throbbing. ]
...I... [ "Don't you think... this is all your fault?" ]
[ But he clams up. He... doesn't know what to do. ]
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[ Hank's a cop, he's trained in recognizing this shit. He pets Osomatsu's head, pulling him into a hug whether he likes it or not. ]
Hey, it's okay. It's alright, kid. You're fine. You're here, with me. It's your Ojisan Hank, right? Stay with me.
Why don't you tell me what you see?
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...!
[ The pet doesn't really surprise him, but he doesn't expect the hug. It catches him off-guard enough that he briefly freezes up again. But then he gradually relaxes. ]
...
[ Osomatsu doesn't seem to be responding to Hank's question yet. He's just... sitting there being hugged. ]
[ He wants to go home. Even if his brothers hate him. ]
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It's okay, kid. I'm right here. I'm here, alright? Can you hear me?
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...I-I can hear you... [ His voice is crackly. ]
[ He hates feeling like this. He hates it. ]
[ He hates being weak. And he hates being... ]
[ His hands grab onto Hank's shirt. ]
...I'm such a fuckin' mess...
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[ Hank hugs him tight, still petting his hair. ]
You're still here, alright? That's a good thing. I promise. I'm glad you're here.
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[ ... ]
...th-thanks... [ Osomatsu's words are muffled. ]
[ He doesn't know what else to say, really. But... yeah... he's still alive.
For now.][ He... he needs to see his brothers again. No matter how much they despise him. No matter how much they never want to see him again. ]
[ No matter how selfish that might be. ]
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[ Hank keeps holding him. Jesus, he's gonna be fucked up if something happens to this kid. ]
This place is just temporary, alright? We'll make it out, and we'll all go home. I promise.
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[ ...God, he hopes so. ]
I just...
[ "Why would you do something like this?! How can you be so goddamn selfish?!" ]
...I fucked up...
[ For Osomatsu to finally admit that to someone... coming from him, it's a really big moment. ]
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You let me be the judge of that, huh? Why don't you tell me what happened?
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...
Th-They left... [ "They left me all alone." ]
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