[Chuuya won't comment again on the fact that Dazai clearly knows exactly where he's going. It's not like it's surprising anyway. He starts to offer directions a couple of times, but Dazai is already heading the right way before he can get the words out, so he drops it. But he does offer his door code, once they reach it, sounding relieved.
This is uncomfortable. And humiliating. He's being carried like a sack of rice. And he's almost falling asleep anyway, because his body is that desperate for rest.]
My bedroom is over there.
[He's not sure Dazai needs those directions either, but he doesn't want to think about that too much. Has Dazai been in this apartment? He moved here after Dazai left the Port Mafia.]
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This is uncomfortable. And humiliating. He's being carried like a sack of rice. And he's almost falling asleep anyway, because his body is that desperate for rest.]
My bedroom is over there.
[He's not sure Dazai needs those directions either, but he doesn't want to think about that too much. Has Dazai been in this apartment? He moved here after Dazai left the Port Mafia.]
... You broke in before, didn't you.