[Please don't slip up and call him a murderer, now that he's got it in his head he will react so badly.]
[He ducks into the bathroom and changes slowly, staying away from the mirror and taking his time to ward off the lingering ache from his dream. He circles around a few times from trying so hard not to think about it that he can't stop thinking about it, winds up dry-heaving over the toilet for a while, sitting with his back pressed to the wall to cool off his overheated skin. His hair is more or less a lost cause, but he combs it into as much submission as he can, even if some of it sticks to the back of his neck.]
[He exits the bathroom looking more or less alive, even for being pale and a little shaky, and lingers near the stairs in favor of sticking to Akira rather than chancing trying to talk to Sojiro.]
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[He ducks into the bathroom and changes slowly, staying away from the mirror and taking his time to ward off the lingering ache from his dream. He circles around a few times from trying so hard not to think about it that he can't stop thinking about it, winds up dry-heaving over the toilet for a while, sitting with his back pressed to the wall to cool off his overheated skin. His hair is more or less a lost cause, but he combs it into as much submission as he can, even if some of it sticks to the back of his neck.]
[He exits the bathroom looking more or less alive, even for being pale and a little shaky, and lingers near the stairs in favor of sticking to Akira rather than chancing trying to talk to Sojiro.]