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It wasn't often that the house was this quiet. All of his brothers were out - Totoko was having a concert, and of course they all had to help. Of course they all had to help...if she noticed them. Karamatsu always tended to be the invisible one somehow,  he wasn't quite sure how with the fact that he was so naturally as charismatic as he was, but people just tended to ignore his presence. Which was...fine. He wasn't exactly in a mood to be yelled at by Totoko at this moment anyway, and, as he found stepping into the living room...

Neither was Osomatsu, it seemed. To his upmost surprise.

"...Osomatsu?" He asked. His oldest brother had been staring at the TV, not really seeming to be watching it, but having it on for the sake of having something to focus on. "What are you doing home?"

"Totoko-chan didn't need but four of us. So I left." Osomatsu replied simply, but there was something off about his voice, and he didn't look away from the TV. "I took a nap. I think I grind my teeth in my sleep sometimes, because my jaw still hurts." That wasn't all it was. 

"That's a sign you're stressed, I believe." Karamatsu walked further into the room. Osomatsu still didn't turn to look at him. "...Brother. Is there any reason why you won't look at me when you're talking to me?"

"I don't need to, do I?" Osomatsu asked. That should have come out defensive, for all intents and purposes, but it was a meek defense. It was a very weak defense. Karamatsu frowned, quiet for a few fleeting moments before Osomatsu finally looked back at him.

There were tears in his eyes.

Now, Karamatsu wouldn't assume he was an emotional expert on his brothers - he wasn't. There were times when he couldn't read them, times when they were lost under their own personas, but sometimes they slipped and sometimes a certain rawness came out to view. This was one of those times. Osomatsu was often volatile when compromised in this way, liable to lash out in anger or frustration, but this time he simply seemed...defeated. Exhausted.  He'd been crying for a while. "...What happened?"

"Nothing." Osomatsu sniffed. "That's the point." When Karamatsu raised a brow, he continued. "All the time, we go on like this lifestyle can last forever. I'm happy this way because I don't think about things too hard. What happens when I do? We can't last this way forever. We can't. Someday, we'll be on our own. And I can't handle it. I can't handle taking care of myself. I just don't. I can get up, do useless things all day, then go to bed, but not once do I ever think 'maybe I should do this to improve my life.' Because I don't have any value to myself as a person. Then any day tragedy could strike, I'd be charged with taking care of myself, and I wouldn't make it. I'd be miserable. I would die. Because I don't know how to make things better. For me,  or for anyone else. I could mooch off of one of you, but at the end of the I really matter? I don't have any identity beyond my negative traits. I don't have a purpose. And I've ruined all my chances to get one."

"Osomatsu--" Karamatsu began. His older brother looked at him, helpless, and he wasn't even sure of the words to say. He was silent, and he looked down, before he gently wrapped his arms around him. Osomatsu froze up for a second, then immediately began crying again. "I'm sorry."

"No. I'm sorry." Osomatsu mumbled, sobs choking his voice. "I'm so sorry."