(Spinning, spinning, spinning. It's almost the equivalent of being drunk, and Izaya is not rather fond of anything that takes him out of his sharpness. Fair to say, he hates this profusely, but lying down does help the world to stop turning after a while.
There's warmness atop of his icy hand, and another of his own rests on it, seeking warmth.)
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There's warmness atop of his icy hand, and another of his own rests on it, seeking warmth.)
You rest a little, too.