So it was Ippo. Izaya smiled to himself at the boy's startled reaction, and stammered response. He was still as nervous as ever, it seemed.
Approaching Ippo now ran counter, in some ways, to how he'd treated the boy prior: never speaking of nighttime activity as anything but dream, not shattering any belief Ippo may have held in the words of the hospital staff... But after a week in this place, how much might Ippo still have been willing to believe? And if Ippo did have some lingering faith, who was to say he couldn't treat this very meeting as nothing but a dream once night turned to day?
More importantly: skittish though he seemed, Ippo was still a boxer. If he could convince the young man to come along, he could be handy to have around in case they met any of those 'turned' patients.
"I was thinking of taking a walk over to the medical wing to see what all the fuss is about," Izaya said, with a casual shrug of his shoulders. He left his spot along the wall to approach Ippo. "But what about you?"
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Approaching Ippo now ran counter, in some ways, to how he'd treated the boy prior: never speaking of nighttime activity as anything but dream, not shattering any belief Ippo may have held in the words of the hospital staff... But after a week in this place, how much might Ippo still have been willing to believe? And if Ippo did have some lingering faith, who was to say he couldn't treat this very meeting as nothing but a dream once night turned to day?
More importantly: skittish though he seemed, Ippo was still a boxer. If he could convince the young man to come along, he could be handy to have around in case they met any of those 'turned' patients.
"I was thinking of taking a walk over to the medical wing to see what all the fuss is about," Izaya said, with a casual shrug of his shoulders. He left his spot along the wall to approach Ippo. "But what about you?"