[ He's too tired and achy to even fight it. Just to prove how drained of emotion he is... there are no Unversed. Nothing is forming. Nothing is manifesting. Vanitas literally has nothing left in him at the moment.
So once placed on the couch he'll curl up there. Years ago he wouldn't have been able to do this. Or, rather, he wouldn't have allowed for himself to do this. Be vulnerable and expose himself. He would have taken to hiding. But here he doesn't have to do that. Here, he's fine. Safe.
Cared for.
It's taken him a while to be okay with that. To accept this help and everything that comes with it. But here he is, relying on Sora to do everything that he just can't. To keep him safe. ]
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So once placed on the couch he'll curl up there. Years ago he wouldn't have been able to do this. Or, rather, he wouldn't have allowed for himself to do this. Be vulnerable and expose himself. He would have taken to hiding. But here he doesn't have to do that. Here, he's fine. Safe.
Cared for.
It's taken him a while to be okay with that. To accept this help and everything that comes with it. But here he is, relying on Sora to do everything that he just can't. To keep him safe. ]