Going Through the Motions - Just Really, Really Tired


It was cold, the chill was biting at his cheeks, the bench hard and uncomfortable beneath him. He deeply breathed in the autumn air before exhaling again, his breath clouding the air. He'd always liked autumn; the soft scent of mud, leaves, and rain. The view of rust-colored leaves on the ground, leaving behind bare trees. He shifted, eying his friend for a second before removing the damn glasses from his nose and draping an arm over his eyes.

At this moment, he was Shinichi. And no one else.

There was no need for his play of Conan right now.

"Hattori...I'm... I'm just tired...yeah...that's just it."