Nicholas hated to watch his friend be so clearly in distress. Seiji would deny it, of course, but he’d been sitting on his bed, staring out the window, and clenching his jaw for almost 20 minutes. Nicholas had been counting. It was dark outside, and a gentle rain fell on their window. Seiji had even put on one of his vinyls- one with LYRICS. It had been going through an album, which Nicholas expected to loop for a while. He only ever listened to music with lyrics when he desperately needed his brain to shut up.
“Bend it till it breaks, bend it till wheels fall off”- a new song had just started.
Nicholas slowly padded his way over to Seiji’s bed, just standing by it. Seiji watched him out of his peripherals.
“Can I help you?” Seiji muttered, shoulders tensing. He still didn’t turn his head, just watched Nicholas out of his peripherals.
“Nope,” Nick replied, popping the p. “But can I help YOU?”
Seiji immediately rebutted, “No. I’m fine.”
“You’re not, but ok. What’s going on? What do you need from me?” Nick probed, gently setting himself onto Seiji’s bed.
Silence except for the vinyl. “I see it clearly.”
Seiji slowly turned his head towards Nick, biting the bottom of his lip so hard it began to pale. “I don’t know. I think the world is going to explode, and I can prevent it, but I’m unsure how. Also the electricity is loud.”
Nick hummed and nodded. “Yeah, sounds about right. What do you need?”
“You don’t even need a mirror to tell you if it’s real or not, it’s clear to me.”
The black haired fencer stared further into space. “I think pressure. Maybe. This vinyl makes me feel like I’m floating in space.”
Nick began adjusting himself behind Seiji. “Ok, hug from behind?”
Seiji nodded. So, Nicholas wrapped his arms to the front of his friend, and hugged tightly. Seiji melted into him, clutching his forearms.
“You’re warm.” Seiji mumbled, “Like a nuclear reactor.”
Nicholas raised an eyebrow. “A nuclear reactor?” Seiji simply nodded his head. “Yes. A nuclear reactor.”
They leaned back together, watching the window. Water slid down it, only definable by the light caught in it like dew in spiders’ webs at dawn. Guitar drifted from the record, mingling with the soft slaps of rain on glass.
“Loosen your grip, sit back and listen close. Riot quiet, bury the dead even if they won’t let go.”
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