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[ His equilibrium’s shot. The trek up to Adachi’s apartment isn’t an easy one. Looking any more than three feet ahead of himself gets his head spinning, and every step he takes ends in a stumble. He has one arm craned around his partner’s shoulder for support, and he occasionally sways into the man’s smaller frame as he drags himself gracelessly up the stairs. It's saturday night (or more accurately, an early sunday morning), and Dojima's had just a little too much to drink. ]

..Shhheeesh, y'figure this kinda place would have an elevator or sshomething.

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[The clock strikes exactly three in the early morning. There is a pause.

Adachi gives Dojima a look that is clearly designed to be neutral, but there is, for the shortest second, a crack. In that second, there is an opportunity, where it seems that for a moment, everything is going spill out of his mouth - insecurities and confessions and accusations and everything he has ever wanted to say to Dojima's face - truth. And maybe everything could've changed, in that one second, and maybe everything could've started to heal.

Then it's one second past three in the early morning, and he gets up, turns away.]