[ having spent his life thus far trying to avoid that room and them, it was all just a little too much to handle at once. shinji would rather puke his guts out than toss and turn over nausea, which is what he mentally tells himself while he cups his hands under the sink and takes a drink of water, begging his gag reflex not to come back. he steps back out into the hall way, dragging his forearm across his mouth.
no subject
ah.
it's byakuya.
shinji's eyes widen a moment, before he scowls. ]