He was accustomed to this, at this point.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t comfort you. It might’ve been routine for him, but it was miserable & new for you each time.

You cried. A lot.

And no matter what spurred it, you were never mad, hateful, scornful— only sad, frustrated tears. Never frustrated words.

Dazai was willing to calm that. And that showed through in the way he braced you in warm arms that contrasted the relative chill of the uninsulated apartment.

“You’ll be okay.”