failure has got its teeth in me, and it won't stop shaking.

[Shinji has been lying face down on his bed for something like thirty minutes now. Thirty minutes and twelve seconds, to be exact. Thirty minutes and thirteen... He's starting to think his phone won't chime with any new messages, which is both awful and exactly what he wants right now. After all, Nagisa is a stupid fucking idiot who deserves so much better than whatever Ikari Shinji can give him. Which is nothing at all. He has nothing to offer that infuriating moron. Thirty minutes and twenty-one seconds, he thinks, and he's torn between crying and celebrating it with cake and ice cream. If Nagisa's really won't send a message after today's spat, then... then he's a coward, first of all, but he's also doing the right thing for himself. Yeah.

Thirty minutes and thirty-nine seconds. Shinji wonders when he started counting the time he spends away from Nagisa and also if it's possible to suffocate in a pool of his own vomit.]