But, by the time he 'wakes up in the morning, that is

no longer

an issue.

He turns his head, blinking blearily 'because it really was his first

full

night's sleep since Chuuya collapsed 'and when he sees his phone 'he has 29 missed calls,

82

text messages, and

13 voicemails.

He reaches 'for his phone, and the minute he does, it starts ringing again, and it's...

Fyodor

, of all people.

Dazai blinks, staring at his friend's contact curiously--because it isn't like they don't

talk

, but he can't figure out why

he

would be calling him in an emergency. 'Dazai picks up, lifting the phone to his ear, clearing his throat to get the sleep out of his voice. "Fyodor? What happened?"

"Where are you?"

Dazai glances around, trying to think of an excuse, before realizing that he's an idiot and he has one built in. "Dad's work 'why?"