| throwing a headcanon at u in response:
haruya didn't like this song initially because he thinks it's sad, but he would start to become endeared to it if he knew it was something shiloh felt about him. the end.
There will be cheesecake (one single candle stabbed into its center), some light reading that may or may not devolve into sleep and the ambient purring of his cat. All in all, not a terrible way to close the chapter on another year.
"narcolepsy." not untrue, but not the whole truth, either. "i get it. but it would make me feel a hell of a lot better if you sat back down and let me get you a coffee. please."
"you know, believe it or not, making sure that you're coherent enough not to be a danger when you leave our premises actually 𝑖𝑠 part of my closing duty." despite the way his eyebrow arches and the arms now crossed firmly over his chest, he doesn't mean any ill-will.
There were…. to be fair…. w̲o̲r̲s̲e̲ places to be. At the very least he hadn’t collapsed face-first on the bar counter where everything was criminally seen under nauseating lights (now that would be a . . . reputational disaster). Not only was the counter exposed to the full »
silence follows for a brief moment as he tries to find a way to present it that doesn't completely spotlight his own deep well of issues. he's done well enough to keep those mostly concealed from the general public, no reason to lay them all out on the table now.