Jigen went to bed in relatively good spirits. Unfortunately, that only meant the dreams hit even harder when they arrived.
At around 2am Zenigata would hear movement in the apartment. If he got up, eventually, he'd find Jigen sitting on the kitchen floor with Zenigata's service weapon cradled in his hands like a child with a baby doll. A bottle of wine was next to him on the floor, open and already partially drunk, with no accompanying glass to mediate it.
Jigen's eyes were reddened from tears and a bit glazed when he looked up. "S'all right," he mumbled. "Go back to sleep. Y'need it."
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At around 2am Zenigata would hear movement in the apartment. If he got up, eventually, he'd find Jigen sitting on the kitchen floor with Zenigata's service weapon cradled in his hands like a child with a baby doll. A bottle of wine was next to him on the floor, open and already partially drunk, with no accompanying glass to mediate it.
Jigen's eyes were reddened from tears and a bit glazed when he looked up. "S'all right," he mumbled. "Go back to sleep. Y'need it."