Makoto-- [ fingers tightening as he joins the geist at the window, concern washing his features as he tries to grasp what it is that's going on.
Coach, can you talk to him? Feeling oddly young again, like the day he came home to his dad sitting blankly at the dinner table, a cup of coffee gone cold by an otherwise limp hand. ] Come on, man. Talk to me.
[ There is a sense of the room shrinking all around him, and he notes the goosebumps rising along his forearms. ] Makoto. Makoto. Snap out of it, man. Talk to me.
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Coach, can you talk to him? Feeling oddly young again, like the day he came home to his dad sitting blankly at the dinner table, a cup of coffee gone cold by an otherwise limp hand. ] Come on, man. Talk to me.
[ There is a sense of the room shrinking all around him, and he notes the goosebumps rising along his forearms. ] Makoto. Makoto. Snap out of it, man. Talk to me.