Unforgivable.

Dazai merely chuckled, and sat next to where Chuuya lie. "Am I not allowed to be here?" "This is my apartment." "You've got a point, Chibikko." Chuuya sighed, then turned to Dazai and put his finger on a brown curl that refused to stay put in his bangs.

"But that doesn't answer my question. Why are you here?" He paused for a few seconds, then forced himself to continue. "I mean... "

"I watched you die from my window that day."