“Chuuya!” Dazai said gleefully, coming through the door from work, then immediately noticed Chuuya just…standing. Blank eyes, not blinking. Spaced out. But it was more than just being spaced out. “Chuuya? Chuuya.” He got a hold of his hand, slowly running his thumb across the back of his palm. “I need you to ground yourself.” He whispered softly, but audible enough.