[ It's not lost on him, the sudden spike in Wriothesley's demeanor. Something has plunged itself into his chest and churned, releasing whatever it was that he's harbored there. But Kizuna isn't reaching too far as he seats himself on the edge of his bed, unphased by its ruined state. He didn't come here to lay bare his feelings, knowing that Wriothesley knows he can.
He came here to see him. ]
I'm okay. My suit didn't have it as bad as yours.
[ Through the fading smoke and the feeling of the other man's eyes on him, Kizuna gazes upwards at him. Slowly, his arm raises, beckoning for him with a curl of his fingers. ]
Were you still trying to sleep it off? I know it's early.
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He came here to see him. ]
I'm okay. My suit didn't have it as bad as yours.
[ Through the fading smoke and the feeling of the other man's eyes on him, Kizuna gazes upwards at him. Slowly, his arm raises, beckoning for him with a curl of his fingers. ]
Were you still trying to sleep it off? I know it's early.