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will hated to see okada like this. he could just sense by the way he was acting on how hurt he was. ever since what happened in his match with shibata, he hasn’t been the same. the young brit glances over at the IWGP heavyweight champion, smiling at his request and nods. “of course, man. we can get ice cream.” will pats his friend on the back, wanting him to know that he was there for him. he wanted to help his friend however he could get over this.
when he takes the moment to think about it, things like this didn’t often happen to him. okada just knew that it had effected him worse than he’d wanted it too -- but that wasn’t something that he could show. at least not to the people that looked up at him “ --- thank you.” fresh air, that was all that he needed. some fresh air, food and a moment of calm. his hands quickly grasp at the bag and okada’s already out of the door. a moment of quick silence, and okada frowns “ i’m sorry. i don’t want to be in there.”














