He rests a gentle hand on Ren's forearm, and smiles that awful smile, turning on the TV as he leaves. "Back soon."
In the kitchen, he presses the button on the hot water machine, bustling with mugs and sachets for instant soup. It's good to have Ren here, he thinks, glancing worriedly through the door at the back of Ren's head. Even if he's unwell, it will give them something to do. Perhaps they can puzzle out this mystery together, whatever it is.
Only a couple of minutes later, he's back, placing two mugs of miso soup on prissy cork coasters on the table. The mugs in his apartment back home had still had their blue and black banding; these ones, in his new apartment, are patterned with a scatter of stylised green maple leaves.
He takes his seat beside Ren right away, checking him over, and only then glancing to the TV. "There you are. Nice and hot."—he means the soup. "What are we watching?"
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In the kitchen, he presses the button on the hot water machine, bustling with mugs and sachets for instant soup. It's good to have Ren here, he thinks, glancing worriedly through the door at the back of Ren's head. Even if he's unwell, it will give them something to do. Perhaps they can puzzle out this mystery together, whatever it is.
Only a couple of minutes later, he's back, placing two mugs of miso soup on prissy cork coasters on the table. The mugs in his apartment back home had still had their blue and black banding; these ones, in his new apartment, are patterned with a scatter of stylised green maple leaves.
He takes his seat beside Ren right away, checking him over, and only then glancing to the TV. "There you are. Nice and hot."—he means the soup. "What are we watching?"