They didn’t have to say anything to each other to know how important they were. They just had to feel it.
Chuuya sighed, barely able to make his body move and not overeager to try, regardless of Dazai making a point of telling him not to.
“The fog isn’t gone. I don’t feel like fighting Corruption.”
It was a thought that struck him then. This fog could give Chuuya back his own body and remove Arahabaki from it. His ability wasn’t natural to him the way others’ were.
But Dazai was warm, Chuuya was here, safe, and that’s what mattered.