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Coffee in the morning doesn't work as much as it used too. His head aches; and his back has a throbbing pain between his shoulders. When he rubs at it, there's a hiss leaving his lips and Izaya Orihara steps from his bed and stretches until his spine pops and relief floods through him.
There is no crying. No screaming. No concern is played along his features when Izaya pushes past a door; winces at the sudden brightness of the sun and there's a crib. Settled in the center. When Izaya moves across the carpet, snug beneath his feet, the informant peers over the bar and watches with glittering annoyance and sleepiness clawing at him.
A pair of eyes are looking back at him, small frail body still. Izaya scowls; and reaches down. His finger is gentle; coming up and flicking the newborn on the nose. The baby winces, shakes hard and their lip quivers.
"Don't cry," Izaya begins. Stalls when the baby does begin to cry. He frowns. Furrows his brows. Should he pick it up? Should he-- the child his own, in every way. He knows this. A simple mistake blurring his image. He steps back, and turns. The crying doesn't bother him; and really--
isn't this how your parents treated you
The thoughts itself made him stop, spin on his feet and goes to grab the sobbing thing. When he lifts it, presses the human against his heartbeat the smaller thing begins to still it's crying, growing silent once more.
Izaya needs coffee. But really, he doesn't know what to do