[He was still shaking...rather badly, to the point where when he let go of her hands so he could move the tray off his lap for safety, the silverware was audibly clattering against the plates, but it seemed to abate a bit once he took hold of Ibuki in a hug.]
Y-you're right...I'm just...I'm just saying things...it's the nerves...right? I just...saw something bad...it's over now though...isn't it?
[No...no it wasn't over. He could come back here, come back to Ibuki and distract himself for a while, but eventually he'd have to go back out there. Go back out to the danger. It was always there, in the back of his head, no matter how he drowned it out with happy feelings and doki doki's as Ibuki would say. It was all he could do, really.
Not that it was a bad thing though. Everyone coped with things in their own ways, and with Ippo...it was taking pleasure in the more minute things in his life. His friends, his relationship, even the taste of good food and the feel of warm sun on his skin. He might have to go back out there...yes, he would definitely, he might even see equally or more horrifying things, but he had an out from them at the end of the day.
He had Ibuki. And his room, and the food next to him and the friends he cared about. That was enough for his day to day existence.]
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[He was still shaking...rather badly, to the point where when he let go of her hands so he could move the tray off his lap for safety, the silverware was audibly clattering against the plates, but it seemed to abate a bit once he took hold of Ibuki in a hug.]
Y-you're right...I'm just...I'm just saying things...it's the nerves...right? I just...saw something bad...it's over now though...isn't it?
[No...no it wasn't over. He could come back here, come back to Ibuki and distract himself for a while, but eventually he'd have to go back out there. Go back out to the danger. It was always there, in the back of his head, no matter how he drowned it out with happy feelings and doki doki's as Ibuki would say. It was all he could do, really.
Not that it was a bad thing though. Everyone coped with things in their own ways, and with Ippo...it was taking pleasure in the more minute things in his life. His friends, his relationship, even the taste of good food and the feel of warm sun on his skin. He might have to go back out there...yes, he would definitely, he might even see equally or more horrifying things, but he had an out from them at the end of the day.
He had Ibuki. And his room, and the food next to him and the friends he cared about. That was enough for his day to day existence.]