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[deductiongeek]

Who: Conan and Anyone
Where: Gym Car
When: Middle of the night, Egret 23
What: Insomnia and dealing with things. Conan is not okay.

It was the middle of the night, and Conan was wide awake and kicking a soccerball against the wall of the gym car. As the ball rebounds off the wall again he catches it with the back of his heel and kicks it right back at the same spot on the wall.

He'd been at this for a while now. The gym car was far enough away from the sleeping cars that he shouldn't be bothering anyone, and he didn't really feel like laying out a game of solitaire tonight.

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[deductiongeek]

Conan keeps kicking the ball against the wall, hitting the exact same spot each time, not matter how many other places the ball rebounded off first.

"I'm feeling fine. Just couldn't sleep."

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter just gives him a look because he's not buying that one bit. He knows how insomnia works, he's had it for six years now.

"Yeah, because people usually suffer insomnia when everything is fine." He says sarcastically. "Come on, dude. It's okay if you're not okay. You're allowed to have emotions and you're allowed to be upset about shit. And you have a lot of shit to be upset about." So does he but they're on Conan-or Shinichi now so they don't need to talk about why Peter's up.

[deductiongeek]

Conan turns and frowns at Peter.

"Why are you insisting about talking about this now?" Even if he was upset about certain things (Not that he was confirming that he was, mind you), talking about them wouldn't change anything.

No amount of talking about feelings would give him his life back, or bring an end to the Organization.