[It's true, but what does he have to gain by admitting a day is pretty good? The moment he lets himself pretend he can have good things is the moment the illusion is ruined and they slip through his fingers. It's part purely childish greediness and the disappointment that inevitably follows when he can't always have more, part intense existential hatred due to being smart enough to realize that there's no meaning to life. You'd think he'd grow over one of the other of those, but instead he's forever mired in that emotional purgatory.

That's where hope gets you, Chuuya. If you keep not realizing that, you will keep suffering - and Dazai gets to laugh at you instead of at himself. Sounds like a good deal, if you ask him. He's even polite enough not to laugh out loud all the time.]

If you were drinking that much, I don't suppose you missed your car much... What a shame.

[Can you tell Dazai is feeling better? Aren't you happy at your great nursing skills and cuddles?!]

If you're that glad to be rid of me, you shouldn't have taken me into your home, Chuuya. [Calling your bullshit.] Who knows when I'll have recovered enough to leave?

[He can leave soon. He just doesn't want to, now.
Or does he?]

Of course, I'd recover more quickly if you'd give me a sandwich.