[the spot next to him is always open, the offer to bring himself closer as well. Jakurai arranges the blanket over them both and sets his tea down - it still needs to steep.
that sensation Doppo describes could be anything, though. stress, guilt, sorrow...a combination of so much, welling up in him. instead of saying anything at first, Jakurai pauses, and then pats the space next to him. he doesn't have to hide in the corner for this. there's a time for treating this as a doctor, and one for treating this as a friend.]
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that sensation Doppo describes could be anything, though. stress, guilt, sorrow...a combination of so much, welling up in him. instead of saying anything at first, Jakurai pauses, and then pats the space next to him. he doesn't have to hide in the corner for this. there's a time for treating this as a doctor, and one for treating this as a friend.]