[A shadow falls over him as Fubuki comes up and looks impassively over the back of the couch.]
[After everything had subsided, he'd needed some time to himself. But even after he'd acknowledged what had happened, made logical sense of it, he still doesn't feel anything. No...he feels less than before. It's not even numbness. He just feels empty.]
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[After everything had subsided, he'd needed some time to himself. But even after he'd acknowledged what had happened, made logical sense of it, he still doesn't feel anything. No...he feels less than before. It's not even numbness. He just feels empty.]
[Plus, his elbow still hurts like hell.]