[ jyuto looks -- he looks worryingly exhausted, and kogami's brows knit when he looks at him, pausing lightly to gently take his chin in his fingers. he's concerned, and when jyuto smiles it's barely something kogami recognises. ]
You've worn yourself out. [ he says softly, gently. ] Let me help you.
[ Jyuto doesn't pull away from the touch, but he looks elsewhere when Kogami studies him up close. His smile cracks when it's looked at. He's worried Kogami may see something he doesn't want him to. ]
Sorry. [ For not telling him. Guilt. He considers speaking up, but it only risks what he's managed to wrangle of the situation back together falling right back apart. He knows enough from what Kogami's confided in him about to know how he'll feel upon hearing what really happened. It isn't worth that weight on his mind, is it? ]
Your cooking managed to stir up my appetite properly, so that's a start.
[ jyuto isn't recoiling from his touch, so it isn't him -- at least, it seems that way. there's something off in the way he smiles, like it's brittle, fragile, fracturing in places jyuto doesn't want him to look.
kogami knows he's hiding something; he's learned a lot about jyuto in the times that they were together, become more attuned to his habits and his body language. this isn't quite the man he remembers, even if he can't put his finger on just what it is. ]
It is.
[ he says at length as he pulls away, heading towards the dining table to set the container down. jyuto's place is neat, scrupulously so, and he moves to let him sit. ]
I made rice and fish. With vegetables. [ he knows how jyuto likes his greens. ]
That sounds heavenly. [ Jyuto locks the door behind Kogami when he enters, trailing in behind him after gently scooting the shoes he’d removed at the genkan neatly together beside his own dark red ones. He senses that Kogami is worried about him, and he isn’t sure what he should say to try and alleviate it. He pulls out his chair soundlessly, sitting down before the bento box, and motions his head to the seat across from himself. ]
Can you sit with me while I eat? You could help yourself to— [ Right, there’s nothing in the refrigerator because he doesn’t stock up on groceries the way someone who actually cooks for themself or eats properly should. The few items he had spoiled when he’d gone missing, having been murdered. ] Nevermind, I don’t actually think there’s anything in there right now. I need to run by the super market this evening.
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You've worn yourself out. [ he says softly, gently. ] Let me help you.
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Sorry. [ For not telling him. Guilt. He considers speaking up, but it only risks what he's managed to wrangle of the situation back together falling right back apart. He knows enough from what Kogami's confided in him about to know how he'll feel upon hearing what really happened. It isn't worth that weight on his mind, is it? ]
Your cooking managed to stir up my appetite properly, so that's a start.
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kogami knows he's hiding something; he's learned a lot about jyuto in the times that they were together, become more attuned to his habits and his body language. this isn't quite the man he remembers, even if he can't put his finger on just what it is. ]
It is.
[ he says at length as he pulls away, heading towards the dining table to set the container down. jyuto's place is neat, scrupulously so, and he moves to let him sit. ]
I made rice and fish. With vegetables. [ he knows how jyuto likes his greens. ]
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Can you sit with me while I eat? You could help yourself to— [ Right, there’s nothing in the refrigerator because he doesn’t stock up on groceries the way someone who actually cooks for themself or eats properly should. The few items he had spoiled when he’d gone missing, having been murdered. ] Nevermind, I don’t actually think there’s anything in there right now. I need to run by the super market this evening.