Tomura feels very weak right now. He's not entirely sure how much he cares.

His head rests on a soft lap. He might have been crying earlier, but he can't entirely remember. He tends to blank out when his emotional responses get to be too much.

There's a gentle hand in his messy hair. He's sure it doesn't feel good to touch. None of him feels good to touch. But he doesn't attempt to pull away.

Tomura feels weak, but this is something he needs. The comfort. The quiet.