[He sits up, blinking. His head doesn't hurt, but he's scraped and scuffed up everywhere, and although the shock of the fall kept him from noticing it hurt at first, he realizes when he looks down at his palms and sees he's scraped both of them trying to catch the branch on the way down.
They're bleeding a little bit.
Asato's chin wobbles, his eyes fill, and he hides his face in his arms before he bursts into tears.
He's way too old to cry. It doesn't even hurt that much!
But he wants somebody to wash his hands and tell him it's okay, and he doesn't even remember who that somebody should be, much less how to find her.]
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They're bleeding a little bit.
Asato's chin wobbles, his eyes fill, and he hides his face in his arms before he bursts into tears.
He's way too old to cry. It doesn't even hurt that much!
But he wants somebody to wash his hands and tell him it's okay, and he doesn't even remember who that somebody should be, much less how to find her.]