I've spent the last two days after school essentially just laying around with him and watching Prince of Tennis, figuring that he was there when I started and he ought to see the end.
It's not helping, of course, because the closer I get to the end (i'm in the last half-dozen now) the more it just makes me cry. And cry some more. and then there are montages of Momoshiro and Ryoma's love. Not like I'm hard to set off at this point, but montages.
I think there's likely to be an unfortunate announcement in the next few days. I'm starting work at the library again tonight and I'll probably write to keep busy, but things'll probably be a bit maudlin for a while.