[It takes Ryan a second to figure out what to do here and why this is different, but then he's suddenly being scooped up and he scrambles to hold on a little tighter. Once it's clear that Mayoi can support him though and that he's not going to fall, he lets himself settle, laying his head down and just letting himself get carried. He's not very heavy, but he's also not especially light at the moment either, since alcohol has a tendency to weigh people down. Despite the jostle of being carried, it makes the room sway a lot less. Now that the euphoria is wearing off, it definitely feels a lot better than standing up. He could probably walk if he tried, but...this is good.
But there's still a bad feeling in his chest, something trying to pull his stomach to the floor that makes him go quiet for a few moments. It's had a few moments to simmer there, since he first heard it.]
I...
["I'm not going anywhere! I won't leave you!"
He said that to somebody. He cried that out to someone, but he can't even remember their face now.
His throat feels tight now. There's too much of a fog in his brain to try and think about it more and try to pull more facts out of it, but it feels so shitty.
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But there's still a bad feeling in his chest, something trying to pull his stomach to the floor that makes him go quiet for a few moments. It's had a few moments to simmer there, since he first heard it.]
I...
["I'm not going anywhere! I won't leave you!"
He said that to somebody. He cried that out to someone, but he can't even remember their face now.
His throat feels tight now. There's too much of a fog in his brain to try and think about it more and try to pull more facts out of it, but it feels so shitty.
...Is he shitty?]
...'mm. Sore...ry. Sorey.