Let Sleeping Dragons Lie

[hetried]

Who: Daichi Shijima (hetried) and Yamato Hotsuin (drakenguard)
Where: Libra District, Yamato's Apartment
Summary: Daichi gives a full-hearted attempt at giving Yamato a long-overdue talk about his Daddy Problems.
Warnings: Yamato's Everything

OK, Daichi wasn't exactly the most...er, stand-up or assertive guy? Usually he tried to stay out of people's problems unless he could help! And helping was really only limited to kicking some Demon Ass most of the time. When it came to Yamato, or Saiduq, (or hey even Miyako while we're at it), he literally had no idea what he was doing.

This was basically an issue that he would feel more comfortable leaving to Kaito, but-- Kaito...probably wasn't the best to talk to Yamato about it? After the fiasco he heard about around Christmas and all that, and...yeah. Besides, Daichi had been the one to see Yamato's drunken breakdown and everything.

Originally he thought maybe he'd bring it up around when Miyako came back; he'd have loved to just leave it alone forever and pretend it never happened, but that was quickly becoming Not The best Idea. But Yamato had disappeared for a month, and it was only now that he had come back to-- er, time to man up! In a, certain way of speaking.

He stood outside Yamato's apartment for a moment, second-guessing himself for probably the 127th time today, before taking a gulp, a deep breath, and knocking on the door.

Hoo boy. Here we go.

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[drakenguard]

Since returning from Animus, Yamato had entered into a rather detached state of being. It was probably unhealthy to be like this, but there was too much noise, too much emotional upheaval for him to even process. It was almost like being a child again, really, the sort of upset where he simply stuffed it down into a box and ignored it and never dealt with it again.

There wasn't really much to do in his apartment, but the plainness of it actually helped. He was keeping his mind on low grade activity, forcing it to function with as little processing as possible. Origami. He used to do it a lot as a child. It was a good thing to focus on, mindlessly, and helped to keep his mind empty and clear. Cold. Calm.

The knock on the door disrupted that, and he paused, looking up from his desk with a sort of confused look. He had sent Miyako away, and for now his sister was giving him the breathing space he required. So who could this be...?

He set down the half done paper tiger and rose to his feet. He wasn't really dressed for guests - simple button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and his hands without gloves for once, and dark trousers. He honestly didn't really care.

He opened the door, blinking once at the sight of Shijima on his doorstep. What?

"...Shijima?"