[Is he okay... It's such a simple question, but he gets stuck on it. On hearing it from someone, so directly. On what the answer might be. By all means, he should be, right? He's always been safe, always the one causing damage for those around him, crawling over anything he needed to in order to rise to the top. But, well, his feelings... the weight of old sins was so heavy it felt like he couldn't breathe, sometimes. And existential dread is always something that manages to come up, with health like his, but in a setting like this it's worse.

Eichi breathes, instead of answering, his legs shifting just slightly, knees coming that inch or two further up, towards himself. His fingers tense over Midorima's arm, but it's not really a squeeze so much as a check to see if Midorima is there, and if Eichi himself is really awake.]

It feels in poor taste to be the one upset, right now. That plant might have been some sort of karma. Everything else before that, as well...