He doesn't actually

know

when he stops crying. At some point, he must have fallen asleep like that, hunched over on the floor, Chuuya's phone clutched in his fingers, because when he opens his eyes again, it's to someone gently shaking his shoulder.

He lifts his chin, his head 'aching, his throat

raw

, only to see his father kneeling in front of him--the way he always did when he was little 'when he was about to give Dazai

bad

news.

And Dazai finds himself making the

same

noise he heard on the phone a few hours ago. "Is he '?"

Mori shakes his 'head, squeezing Dazai's shoulder gently. "He made it."

Dazai lets out a ragged breath, utterly

deflating

. "Is he '" his voice is hoarse and

raw

, "Is he gonna be okay?"

Mori stares at him for a long moment, planning out exactly

how