The sunk cost fallacy is a product of our behavioral aversion to what is perceived as a unretriveable loss. The emotional investment we place on something, as a result, skews our decision-making process.
[Ah yes, an explanation that anyone was sure to sleep through. Eiji's voice at the volume of a low murmur certainly wasn't going to help keep Emi awake.]
[Emi had a certain weakness for Eiji's murmurings. He liked listening, even if the subject matter went over his head sometimes. This was one of those times, though that was more to do with his thoughts checking themselves in. Even still, this was pinging a small voice in his head that was telling him to listen past the murmurs that were so gently pulling him closer to sleep.]
The greater the investment, the harder it is to let go of something, even if ultimately the costs outweigh the benefits.
[From the way Eiji spoke, it was hard to tell if what he was describing was a good thing or a bad thing. It could've done either way. Rationally, it made no sense, and he knew it - but the truth was, people were equally ruled by the irrational. That was just as much a fact of life.]
[This was a good time to tell Eiji not to over think it, because he was clearly overthinking it.]
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..... Mm...
[It was just unfortunate that Emi was just nuzzling a bit closer to Eiji's shoulder, fingers curled loosely in the hem of Eiji's shirt once more. His weight was becoming a presence as his breath drew deeper, slower. Sleep had crept up entirely, which made the conversation more of Eiji simply talking to himself out loud.]
With a small sigh, Eiji carefully shifted his body around so he could lower Emi back down to his bed, one arm around his back and the other cradling his head. Even if it felt like he'd accidentally shake the blond awake at any moment, he managed to gently lay him down.
Though... he wasn't entirely sure why, but Eiji lingered there for a moment longer, leaning over the other boy. There was so much about this picture that wasn't right - there was sno much he didn't have the power to fix. He hadn't meant for it to be this way.
Hesitant, urged only by the fact that Emi was unconscious, Eiji's hand hovered over Emi's face indecisively. It was a stupid little sentiment. Even considering it felt like a shameful secret. But this, at least, was one small, simple thing he could set right for the time being.
He let his fingers brush back Emi's frumpled, unstyled bedhead - just a little, and carefully, as not to irritate his injuries - until it resembled his old self a little more.
That done, Eiji rose up to collect the dishes, leaving Emi to his rest.]
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[Ah yes, an explanation that anyone was sure to sleep through. Eiji's voice at the volume of a low murmur certainly wasn't going to help keep Emi awake.]
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Mhmm...
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[From the way Eiji spoke, it was hard to tell if what he was describing was a good thing or a bad thing. It could've done either way. Rationally, it made no sense, and he knew it - but the truth was, people were equally ruled by the irrational. That was just as much a fact of life.]
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..... Mm...
[It was just unfortunate that Emi was just nuzzling a bit closer to Eiji's shoulder, fingers curled loosely in the hem of Eiji's shirt once more. His weight was becoming a presence as his breath drew deeper, slower. Sleep had crept up entirely, which made the conversation more of Eiji simply talking to himself out loud.]
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[Well. that was for the best.
With a small sigh, Eiji carefully shifted his body around so he could lower Emi back down to his bed, one arm around his back and the other cradling his head. Even if it felt like he'd accidentally shake the blond awake at any moment, he managed to gently lay him down.
Though... he wasn't entirely sure why, but Eiji lingered there for a moment longer, leaning over the other boy. There was so much about this picture that wasn't right - there was sno much he didn't have the power to fix. He hadn't meant for it to be this way.
Hesitant, urged only by the fact that Emi was unconscious, Eiji's hand hovered over Emi's face indecisively. It was a stupid little sentiment. Even considering it felt like a shameful secret. But this, at least, was one small, simple thing he could set right for the time being.
He let his fingers brush back Emi's frumpled, unstyled bedhead - just a little, and carefully, as not to irritate his injuries - until it resembled his old self a little more.
That done, Eiji rose up to collect the dishes, leaving Emi to his rest.]