[Byakuya's just not good at people. He's not good at functioning in the real world, where he's expected to smile and be welcoming and operate calmly and quickly. He's too clumsy, too jumpy and awkward and afraid, and every time he tries it inevitably goes badly. On a good day, he gets brushed aside. On a bad day, he gets a chance only to muck it up and get fired within the week.
He was more than grateful when Shinji decided to do the work. It felt bad to think he couldn't handle himself, but he was willing to take that hit just to keep from having to go out there again.
So he's just taken to hiding out in the hostel, curled up by the window and watching the world go by. Sometimes he reads. Sometimes he pokes around the shops down the road. He makes sure anything extra they get isn't thrown away, and he wonders if maybe he'll find a niche other than moping at home some day.
He's staring out the window again when Shinji comes home. Worry crosses his face instantly (fear, even), and he uncurls to get up off the bed.]
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He was more than grateful when Shinji decided to do the work. It felt bad to think he couldn't handle himself, but he was willing to take that hit just to keep from having to go out there again.
So he's just taken to hiding out in the hostel, curled up by the window and watching the world go by. Sometimes he reads. Sometimes he pokes around the shops down the road. He makes sure anything extra they get isn't thrown away, and he wonders if maybe he'll find a niche other than moping at home some day.
He's staring out the window again when Shinji comes home. Worry crosses his face instantly (fear, even), and he uncurls to get up off the bed.]
...What happened?